The Shadows of the Past: A Journey Through PTSD

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In the quiet of the night, shadows come to play,
Whispers of a time gone by, they never fade away.
Memories that haunt the mind, in dreams they often stray,
Echoes of a distant past, a price too high to pay.

The world around moves on, yet I am stuck in place,
Trapped within these walls of fear, a never-ending race.
Faces of the ones I knew, in the dark they trace,
The pain etched deep within, a scar I can’t erase.

Each day a battle fought, each night a silent scream,
The line between reality and nightmares’ cruel seam.
A heart that aches with sorrow, a soul that longs to dream,
Seeking peace within the storm, a gentle, soothing beam.

But hope is not yet lost, for light can pierce the night,
With love and understanding, we can set things right.
Together we can heal, and rise to greater height,
Embracing all our wounds, and finding strength in sight.

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