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PTSD (POEM)

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posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 08:50 PM
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I used to believe in America the Free,
Until his words demeaned and were mean.
The hurt is contagious, it spreads over time
killing the soul and the mind.
Where is the healing with the passing of years?
War is best explained by our tears.
Still now my heart tries to believe
that being free really means peace.
He was the one I wanted most to love me
but he deemed me unworthy.
And now I pass onto my children a mother who lacks the best for them.
The contagion generates the worst
for those through the generations.
It will be exposed that war kills not only the body but the soul.
The Greatest Generation, what does that mean?
Let Freedom Ring.




posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 08:52 PM
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Absolutely brilliant.


~Heff



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 08:56 PM
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Beautifull



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 08:57 PM
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Very well written and moving. I'm pleased to give you the first flag.

PTSD. Perhaps those who have it, don't find others unworthy of love, but themselves. Or perhaps they are too damaged to experience it. They have a certain numbness, at times. A loss of drive and motivations change.

I'm glad you shared your poem. I like it, although it's sad.



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 09:19 PM
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As a sufferer of PTSD, this is very well written, and I am sorry that you have also had to deal with it in your own way.

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To kind of shed some light on this from my experiences...

It isn't that people are unworthy of love. It's that we feel numb.

One day we can feel that love for our significant others and the next we feel absolutely nothing. That numbness, that loss of connection, makes us hate ourselves. Every attempt to find that connection again and to dig up those feelings just makes us more frustrated with ourselves until we reach the point of only expressing anger.

It becomes a cycle we can't break out of and we end up leaving because we are just trying to stop hurting the people around us. We care, so deeply, we just can't feel it like we used to.

Spending the night sleeping in the bath tub with your .45, waking up screaming every 45 minutes, having flashbacks that you try to chase away with alcohol and other vices, we just feel broken and incapable.

So please understand that it is not your failings or his change of heart. From my experience it is just the emotional toll all that damage takes.



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 09:27 PM
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Originally posted by queenofsheba
I used to believe in America the Free,
Until his words demeaned and were mean.
The hurt is contagious, it spreads over time
killing the soul and the mind.
Where is the healing with the passing of years?
War is best explained by our tears.
Still now my heart tries to believe
that being free really means peace.
He was the one I wanted most to love me
but he deemed me unworthy.
And now I pass onto my children a mother who lacks the best for them.
The contagion generates the worst
for those through the generations.
It will be exposed that war kills not only the body but the soul.
The Greatest Generation, what does that mean?
Let Freedom Ring.


I don't get it.




posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 09:28 PM
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Everything said here is right on. Also, overwhelming things physically change the brain. With child brains, they split the personalities and do OBEs.



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 09:46 PM
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Amazing! Thanks for sharing.



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 10:51 PM
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It's about a WW2 vet who fought in the Battle of the Bulge as an Army Infantry (foot soldier as he called it) where he stepped on a land mine and had to have several amputations due to gangrene and most likely "butcher" medical care. He eventually was amputated right above his knee. He was my stepdad who was angry and bitter about his plight and he targeted me for whatever reason, I don't know. He bestowed his hurt and anger upon me as a young kid and he used alcohol heavily to self-medicate I imagine. Tonight I was watching Born on the Fourth of July and the scene where Ron K. made his mom cry and she told her son he had to leave made me feel the need to write, hence my poem. My stepdad was one of those that comprised the "Greatest Generation," a book that was written by Tom Brokaw to describe the people that lived during the Great Depression and then WW2. They were described as being stoic and non-complaining people according to his book. My poem expressed my feelings of how the survivers of war somehow pass down their horrific experiences to their loved ones, eventually hurting them as they have been hurt and how that then gets passed down to the next generation. This is simply my experience, I'm sure there have been those that survived who lived more graceful lives. My experience with him has stayed with me into adulthood and his anxiety/depression/anger has come to live in me because it was passed down to me; for whatever reason. It is my hope that those who come home from war get the help they need to put the horrors behind them. Whether that is a real possiblity or not, I don't know but it is a hope that I have. America is still at war and I would think veterans coming home now have similar issues. It doesn't make them bad people, it just is an emotional effect of war. I am not being disrespectful to vets in any way, I simply wrote about my experience.



posted on Jan, 13 2011 @ 11:44 PM
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Thanks for the nice replies and response. I haven't posted a thread prior to this and just decided to put it out there. Love the feedback!



posted on Jan, 19 2011 @ 07:01 AM
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not only was the poem brilliant but you explanation was too
thankyou for sharing
S+F

-B.M



posted on Feb, 7 2011 @ 05:16 AM
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A poem straight from the seat of the heart I can safely say .
Sir i commend your spirit and your willingness to self -express .
S+F to you Sir .



posted on Jun, 14 2011 @ 10:05 PM
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D-Day, the Normandy Invasion, 6 - 25 June 1944


Stupid, stupid war. And how is it any different from the wars that are going on today? We have, what three? Does anyone even pay attention? Just curious and all...
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posted on Jun, 14 2011 @ 11:07 PM
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I really like your poem! It's a great read!



posted on Jun, 14 2011 @ 11:25 PM
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beautiful work my friend, thankyou for sharing.

P.L.U.R.I
-Bob

P.S) oops! replied twice, I seemed to remember a thread like this but didn't remember the poem... somehow it means more to me this time around... peace

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