PTSD

Promise me I’ll never stand in the dark crying by myself again.

Remember that I am only fighting against ghosts that touch me as though they were stable.

Open your arms and comfort my sobs, I cannot sleep because of all this

Screaming that burns my throat as I am thrust into nightmares I once lived.

Even the inflexible concrete cannot withstand the depth of my anguish-do not leave me to carry its weight alone.