This time I'll fight

This is a slam poem about living with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I myself live with PTSD and so this poem comes straight from the heart.

How can I live

through the words that you said 

through the knives that you've thrown

through the pain that you've caused

When I wake up in the morning 

drenched head to toe in the dew of the new dawn

and I realize that this is not the dew of the new day

but that it is tears that have continuously streamed down my face throughout the night

in the black of the sun that is yet to rise

and the black is not that of a star yet to shine 

but of the prison that encases me and tortures me with thoughts throughout the night

that you may be waiting around the next corner

hiding in the darkness that has become your life

readying your weapons that are fists of glass and tongues of thorns

I ready myself

this time I'll fight