THE SEA OF PTSD

The creature from my past

Rises up and takes hold of me

It pulls and takes me under

As I struggle to break free

With it's tentacles of fear

And it's arms of control

It wraps all around me

As it tries to crush my soul

But with every fiber of my being

With every scrap of breath

I'm not going down willingly

I'll keep fighting till my death

I'll keep punching, kicking, screaming

I'll keep fighting for some air

As it pulls me under

Trying to take me to it's lair

Wrestling in the sea of PTSD

Fighting just to survive

I fight to live another day

To keep living hope, alive