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.