When the Dragons Came
"Dragons?
Are they mythical creatures or extinct?"
That is what you ask me.
I stand here in front of you
Tears streaming down my face,
Occasionally gasping for air,
Occasionally remembering to breathe,
Heart pounding
Impossible to focus my thoughts,
But a moment ago when I had breath,
A moment of clarity,
Enough to spit out a phrase,
That phrase was
“Hic Sundt Dragons”
Here be Monsters.
I was trying to explain PTSD.
What it felt like
The sudden reaction to a trigger,
Surrounded by monsters
Is my description,
Real or imagined,
External or internal,
Right now I am
In uncharted territory
Surrounded by unknown monsters
Despite a trigger of familiar
And monsters too well known.
I am begging for understanding
From you, calm and dispassionate,
The one who pulled the trigger,
Knowing or unknowing,
Because i want you to be the slayer
And not the dragon itself.
