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This poem may not make sense to anyone but it does to me....
PTSD is like a egg
The shell is my wall and protection
the clear yolk is my surface behavior to others
the yellow yolk is my core and my deepest pain
PTSD is deep in many different layers
layers of phyisical, emotional, sexual, mental and spiritual
Layers are overlapping eachother in a time
It smells just as bad as onion
Pain of the onion
opening by pages of layers of my past, present and future
each layers has it's own level of smell
each layers has it texture
each layer has it fluild
most of all, my PTSD is one smelly onion
My life is like a onion
Full of many different things
Secrets yet to open and not to open
It's my onion... who would want to take my pain?
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Stress Management
Progress 10%
Encouragements: 5
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