Poem: There Are Times

An original poem by Heidi Fischer. In relation to the symptoms often experienced with Complex-PTSD, this poem centers on the difficulty of feeling like your own body and mind are the enemy. It speaks to the untruths the disorder often brings into our minds, yet recognizes there are times we overcome this. The poem opens/closes with chimes and music plays in the background.
Music played by Kevin Macleod: "Canon in D for Two Harps"

Transcript

There are times I feel like the enemy.

It's my mind,

My body.

It's me.

It's all I can see,

All I can feel.

So it seems so real to my heart.

After all this time,

Why is this still mine?

After all this time,

All this time.

I am waiting.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.

I'm crying.

The tears have lost all meaning.

I've been staring at the wall for far too long,

Far too long.

My mind convinces me that I'm alone,

Surrounded by kindness that's difficult to see.

So I'm alone.

Then the moment comes where I feel okay.

The background chorus settles down.

I get to be me for a while.