I applaud you in your courage to write on such a difficult subject... but you know that it is written from experience just from the words alone.

Quote:
What do those shallow souls know?
Certainly naught of the depth or reality,
For what is more real than our strongest memories?



This line says quite a bit about the lack of sensitivity that the majority of the "white coats" seem to be endowed with.

Certainly the whole poem breathes the feeling of being affronted by attitudes that know quite nothing about what you've been through and how you cannot stop or help remembering traumatic events. That these particular memories are so strong that they are your living reality. I do hope you experienced some release by putting it to words and giving concrete expression to it. Again, very good as well as courageous.

Blaketheme

"I surrender all control
To the desire that consumes me whole
And leads me by the hand to infinity
That lies in wait at the heart of me"