Heal My PTSD
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Just when you think the cards of life are dealt

And all you do is wait

For everything to pass your way is fate

Relieve your mind of rigid realms

Your inbred naïve notions

Know that for everything you do

There lies a multitude of options

No such thing as must or cant

We choose the way we feel

Every single limitation your own mind

Has made real

Seek thus your destination

With your own choice in mind

If you are doing what you have chosen

It is true freedom you find

So precious is the time we spend

Our weary minds to mend

Take then time to be alone, till all your energy is sown

To build on what you had before

And face each day with even more.

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yay, I love it.


That to me is the truthThank you for the poem 

Great remender!


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