Wrong way – write back!

Had a flash back. Bit heavy for a Sunday morning but here it is …. It’s called PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) – I call it a haunted head space.  In an instant I’m transported back in time and I can see, feel, smell, hear and taste the memory.   Won’t tell you what I saw but interestingly, it was writing Haiku that helped me find my way back.  Think the counting of syllables might have something to do with it too?   Here they are  …   post traumatic stress/like dominoes in reverse/popping up in face     then tears rush through throat’s back/spiralling down rib cage slide/pipes burst open wide      (it’s like being swallowed up and you can’t get anything out) and  … Merry-go- round mind/flying off through inner space/SHOUT! – I’m not going!     I still went, but made it back quicker this time.  The ‘handle with care’ sticker (next post) helped me repair the damage.