A Time Travelers' Confessions
A poem about C-PTSD
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I'm still at the window
But I'm scared to take your hand
What if I take your hand and we're transported through all the dark valleys of deep shadows I've ever had to walk through?
Would you let my hand go?
Did you know time travel is real?
I do it all the time
It's not some scientific mystery
Or mathematical equation
They're random portals opening up and sucking me in
Taking me back to the very moment I looked into their eyes and begged for mercy
Taking me back to the moments I was left wondering why I couldn't be human enough for mercy or compassion
Is it too much to reach for your hand when these portals open up?
But what if you get sucked in with me?
Will you go with me to the place I always went to when I had no safe place to go?
We could count the stars together
You could watch me wish on every shooting star for a better life
a happy home
a place where love is real
Did you know I didn't believe in love for years?
Now I know it's just never been for me
You should really let go of my hand now
You can't save me
I can't save me
and I'm used to walking these dark valleys of deep shadows with cold hands
without a hand to hold
Leave me at the window
waiting on them
waiting on a sign
waiting on every wish I wished upon a star
About the Creator
Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
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