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PTSD
It’s like he’s in a cave.
He can’t leave the cave.
But sometimes he can
come up far enough
to see the light.
And sometimes I can
go down to where
I’m still not afraid.
And we meet for a time.
When you’re a painting
You don’t want to hang with the Night Watch.
Man go Van Gogh
Dude you’re freaking me out
There’s real people
caught in this net.
Hoop is hope
I felt it when she went down
Not her flab
smacking the tile
but the constriction
of her heart
from the laughter
that followed
Things sad in so many ways
You can’t even count them.
So which is it?
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