But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. ~ Isaiah 40:31
Something reminds- a sound, a smell or a word.
Something insignificant to most others, reminds of a time
which for some, a loss of friends or a brother,
for some a different horror or another.
People can’t understand those who are wounded inside.
Except others who share a kind of pain,
one which goes so much deeper than the skin,
it instead has cut the soul and heart within.
It’s not always seen, except maybe something about the eyes
which if one looks closely, they reveal the wounds inside.
A reflection of fear, self-hate and dread.
Guilt and anger inflicts its wicked double edged sting for some
every day, or in the dark of night,
some only once in a while with those same demons they fight.
People cannot understand those who suffer silently.
Those who are thought to be crazy or disturbed,
they are only hurt inside, and doesn’t mean they’re insane
the wounds come from many causes, but the effects are often the same.
It is not always seen, yet loved ones know something isn’t right
the one they know is changed, they can’t understand, trying as they might.
When dark times come, wanting to hide from the world.
Panic at the thought of having to go out, face other people,
not knowing if something bad will happen, wanting to stay inside,
when the light comes again, wondering how tough will be the next ride.
Those who are hurt on the inside, are reminded all so often.
Of things that caused the pain, they want to talk about it
to get it all out, yet sometimes it’s too hard to share
for fear of ridicule, shame or believing that no one will really care.
It is not always seen, but hopefully someday all will be free
from the thing that hurts so many the most, the wounds of PTSD.