PTSD
PTSD, I’ve come to see
Depicts a time when life was free –
Until the storm crashed in on me,
Well, more the storms – repeatedly.For trauma comes in different ways
To different folks throughout our days;
We do our best just like the rest
Until we face our special case.Right brain and left (a metaphor)
Records events, and feeling stores;
Left brain’s a snap, that just think it through;
Right brain’s a drag – it’s deep in you.So how to reach that right brain crap,
And find some way to venom tap,
To drain it off, and then move on –
An insight new speeds day it’s gone –As best as I can understand,
Tap lightly on each palm of hand,
Or knee – or flick eyes left and right –
Both sides of brain are thus set right.Put self back in the trauma time
As tapping, flicking, reach the mind,
Dislodging deep felt memory
Re-stored in left brain – where we see.For it’s a storage issue here,
Of memories – that much is clear;
Shift where it’s stored so we can view
Such thoughts, then we’ll see what to do.So twenty minutes, tick, tick, tick,
Or with one’s eyes go flick, flick, flick,
And so it to the surface comes,
Then from one’s life the trauma runs.So, help yourself, or help a friend,
That we may from each life now send
The stored up toxic memory –
Move on, with this new victory.But I don’t mess with trauma past –
We’re softer now, but heal up fast
If we can shift where it is stored,
Then deal with it, by Your grace, Lord.Thanks Lord for this.
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