(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.
recovering motherhood 