Trauma II

Fear drives me backwards and into myself.

My body will not sleep.

My mind races.

Don’t invest in the fear, I tell myself, don’t feed it.

But I cannot reverse.

I take a hard right on PTSD Avenue and continue up Agony Boulevard.

This is a one way street. Every cell in my body knows it, and they come out and wave long green flags, and spin like cheerleaders.

If I look at them from afar, they are a dark green field, with grass rippling in the wind, and trees rustling among themselves.

The thought of home grounds my soul.