{"id":1942,"date":"2019-06-27T11:33:58","date_gmt":"2019-06-27T17:33:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.irenenorth.com\/writings\/?p=1942"},"modified":"2024-04-22T02:46:11","modified_gmt":"2024-04-22T02:46:11","slug":"dancing-at-the-edges-of-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/irenenorth.com\/writings\/2019\/06\/27\/dancing-at-the-edges-of-fire\/","title":{"rendered":"Dancing at the edges of fire"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/sarah-arista-C1eJmAP-Yi8-unsplash-cropped.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.irenenorth.com\/writings\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/sarah-arista-C1eJmAP-Yi8-unsplash-cropped-1024x526.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"629\" height=\"323\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1943\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Walk to the car<br \/>\njust walk to the car<br \/>\nthere&#8217;s no one inside<br \/>\nit&#8217;s safe there<\/p>\n<p>speak the words<br \/>\nto quell the thoughts<br \/>\nsilence the memories<br \/>\ncrush the flashbacks<br \/>\nkeep the constant dialogue<br \/>\nto get the fear the fuck out of my head<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>the triggers are a minefield I must traverse<br \/>\nsome are known, others explode in waves I must ride out<br \/>\nwhile they create new destruction I must rebuild<\/p>\n<p>This PTSD does not discriminate<br \/>\nit is an equal-opportunity destroyer<\/p>\n<p>smells, noises, people moving around me<br \/>\nall must be navigated, investigated<br \/>\nlooking for a final determination of safety<\/p>\n<p>rooms of all shapes and sizes<br \/>\nconstantly scanned<br \/>\nthreat assessments made<br \/>\nexits located<br \/>\nrespite is brief, if at all<br \/>\nwhile being overwhelmed, exhausted, barely functional<br \/>\nat the end of the day<\/p>\n<p>the back seat in the movie theater must be obtained<br \/>\nor a refund of a ticket will be required<\/p>\n<p>He has come to accept the \u201cquirks\u201d of my life<br \/>\nthough he does not truly understand<br \/>\nHow could anybody?<\/p>\n<p>there is nothing for you to fix<br \/>\njust listen<br \/>\ncare<br \/>\na kind word<br \/>\nto feel normal<\/p>\n<p>The scars are invisible<br \/>\nYou can&#8217;t feel my feelings<br \/>\nYou cringe at the visual picture painted<br \/>\nof abuse<br \/>\nof pain<br \/>\nof terror<\/p>\n<p>I relive this battle<br \/>\nthis inner screaming<br \/>\nand debilitating fight to survive<br \/>\nambulating through the annals of my mind<\/p>\n<p>events painted and repainted<br \/>\nadvancing into a slow motion retelling of horror<br \/>\nin vivid detail<\/p>\n<p>stomach-churning<br \/>\nshallow breathing<br \/>\nfrustration<br \/>\ndread<br \/>\npanic<br \/>\nfear<\/p>\n<p>the haze of emotion of prolonged trauma<br \/>\nlasts for hours<br \/>\nsometimes days<br \/>\nthe mind and body fights to escape<br \/>\nthe endless loop of despair<\/p>\n<p>inventories, stones, a wooden coin with a hopeful message<br \/>\ngrounding me to the here and now<br \/>\nkeeps the torment at bay<br \/>\nkeeps the chance to sleep a possibility<\/p>\n<p>go easy on yourself they say<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;s a continual struggle<\/p>\n<p>Contentment is fleeting, rare<br \/>\nWhen it arrives, I remain there as long as possible<br \/>\nlest another tidal wave appear and consume me<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s my war within<br \/>\na war I never wanted to be in<br \/>\nand it&#8217;s occurred over the course of my lifetime<br \/>\nI am strong, but it sometimes feels like a never-ending nightmare I can never escape<br \/>\nIt takes control and the tears don&#8217;t stop<\/p>\n<p>I did not cause this war<br \/>\nI did not set the battles in motion<br \/>\nYet, I continue to fight on<\/p>\n<p>je me souviens<br \/>\nI remember<br \/>\n\u00e7a fait encore mal<br \/>\nit still hurts<br \/>\nje dois survivre<br \/>\nI must survive<\/p>\n<p>And I do<br \/>\nlooking toward the next quiescent contemplation<br \/>\nwhen I can breathe again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walk to the car just walk to the car there&#8217;s no one inside it&#8217;s safe there speak the words to quell the thoughts silence the memories crush the flashbacks keep the constant dialogue to get the fear the fuck out of my 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