The Nightmare: “When Trump Stole the Election”

  • I’m in a group for Women w/ PTSD. Our assignment (aka commitment) this week was to say something about a gift that our trauma caused us to have.  This past week has been mostly about waking up from a nightmare called, “The nightmare: The Day Trump Stole the Election.”   Maybe it’s an unending movie, think, “Groundhog Day.”

    I’ve been ranting, and raving… writing half hearted poetry, unending essays,
    integrating the trauma that caused the trigger (I hate that word) that Trump
    managed to set off.  I’ve been posting like some posting robosomething to this
    blog and my Facebook page…  Down with Trump, who by chance will NEVER,
    EVER be my President.

    For my homework the 1/2 done poem:

    To those of you who say I am sick, I say…

    I am sweet, I am honest,
    I am up front
    and in your face.
    I can be brutal,
    I am brave.
    I have courage,
    to talk about things
    you consider stupid.

    What you see as sickness in me,
    I see as a social malady
    After all consider this,
    It is America
    that created me (1962-??)

    All you see
    in the reflection of me
    is YOUR truth
    & you’d rather deny that be.

    I am strong,
    I shine brightly,
    I do not choose my battles lightly.

    I would not count myself
    As holier than thou
    I challenge your thought,
    Do you think of circumstance
    that cannot be bought?

    I’d like to think
    that you are closer
    to feeling the tear
    that fell down your cheek.

    I will scream
    I will shout
    I will do what it takes
    to get the message out.

    That people need to think again,
    If they think “The Don” is going to win.
    I have grit
    I’m willing to fight
    Any man willing to grope
    and grin.

    It’s not funny
    Please do not laugh
    I’ve got gifts a plenty
    they’ve helped me down my path.

     

    Gifts my abuse gave to me

    • Strength
    • A particularly big mouth
    • The gift of the poet?
    • A love of reading & writing
    • A lot of empathy
      Imagination
      Sometimes, Patience

    11/09/2016 © Peggy  Ann Rowe, All Rights Reserved

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