Monday, December 21, 2015

Dear PTSD, let's talk about me ...

Let her go …

You've been holding her hostage for years
Beating and berating her for what you deemed mistakes
Never giving her a chance, never looking at her point of view.

She was young, grieving, frightened and naive
She believed in signs and God and that love conquered all.
She believed in mercy and forgiveness and absolution.

And none of what happened was her fault
And none of it was her sin.
Her innocence was beautiful and free
And even with the devil in her world
She did the best she could.

No matter how old you've gotten
No matter how clear the windows of the past
And the mis-steps you say she took
She's still just a girl
Trying and loving the only way she knew how.

Your anger at her is abuse.

She did the best she could.
Nothing in her was a lie.
She believed and believed and believed
And that was her only crime.

The truth is, your anger at her
Is your heartbreak for her
Because you know what's coming
What she will have to live through.

Look where you are …
Congratulate her, because she lived through it.

She did her best
And so are you.


Let her go.