More, a Poem

(I wrote this about PTSD being triggered)

walk lightly over the path
unexpected words send me reeling
falling head over feet, weightless
find something reckless,
bring back the feeling
when i was young
meaning was lost in tomorrow
a distant future
i strained to see.
my eyes were new, and all i saw
was more.
the hands I knew,
reach into the present
drag me down into that oblivion
memories of more, more
and more.

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