Strand lines on the sand
Strand lines on the sand
Triggered tides of loss and fear
Wash in, out and over me,
The strand lines on the sand
Evidence the debris
You created back then,
When, I fought the shockwaves
And lost my sense of self.
I was driftwood
Floating on a sea of uncertainty,
The only certainty are the memories, flashbacks,
Etched fossil-like on my mind,
Embedded rock hard, never to be eroded.
And yet time has softened
My heightened senses, sharp edges;
DBT and Mindfulness have brought clarity
To my cloudy waters of doubt,
And each triggered tide
Brings forth less debris
To my mind's strand line.
When I watch the tide of emotions
Coming into shore now,
I'm able to ride them,
Surf them even,
Because I accept my triggers,
They are part of my journey
And there is so much more sea
Left to explore
Than the shore I found myself on,
Back then.
Where there are triggers
There will always be strand,
Where there are inner wounds
There will always be heart scars,
But where there is compassion,
For self, and that which is held in grace
By those who love me,
There will always be healing.
You can't stop the trigger-tide,
But you can rise in it's wake.
A Wensley
23/11/2023
Published by PTSD UK June 2024
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