Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Snow Horse


Snow Horse:
The snow horse watches her
The girl that is filled with pain
He distracts her for a little bit
Then she leaves and her pain returns
The snow horse wishes he could help her
And he tries so hard
But only she can ease her pain
Only she can take it away
But he can try to help
He tries his hardest
And he helps a bit
But she needs to free herself
The pain holds her back
She needs to unlock her old self
The one who was fearless
The one the snow horse can remember
The snow horse begs her to come back
And as he sighs again
He knows she is slowly freeing that girl
But it takes time
And the snow horse knows he can wait
No matter how long his wait is
He will never forget the fearless girl
And he will help the pained girl release her
Then his old friend will return
And the world will rejoice her return
But none will rejoice as much as he
For he is the one who needs her the most
Because she saved the snow horse before
And he will save her now

This is about Winter, and how we both pretty much have different versions of PTSD. We both help each other, and I wrote this using how I thought he would speak.

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

The Guard Dog

The Guard Dog:

The dog looks down from above
Watching his master suffer in silence
Wishing he could do something to ease the pain
But he knows he can't
He made his choice
He thinks about how much he regrets his choice
He can never see his master again
As he watches her from his perch in Heaven
The dog begs to return to his master
To take away her pain
But he is to stay here
And to wait for her to come
He watches her suffering
But he waits in sadness
Waiting for the day she comes to join him
The day he takes the pain away from her
The day they finally meet again
He awaits that day
But he knows the wait will be long
And he knows the pain she suffers
But the guard dog waits for his master to join him
In the place they will finally be safe
Free of their pain
United again
The guard dog will wait for that day
When she is old with grey hair
They will reunite
And she will be young again
Just like him
And he will be her guard dog once more
Protecting her from her pain and suffering
Just like he should
He waits so patiently
Just to see his master again



This poem is about my old dog, Kasha. He died when I was either nine or ten, and he was only six. He ate a whole corn on the cob, when he knew he shouldn't. He had eaten other things and had surgery to remove them, but this time the vets couldn't remove the food. He sadly had to be put down, and I've always liked to believe the good animals go to Heaven. So I wrote this poem about dear Kasha, and it fits him perfectly.






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      Hi, you may recognize me from my other blog, Battle Of A Girl With PTSD. I recently decided to take up writing poetry, so I thought I would make a new blog to share it on! I will post my new poems after they are edited, and each one will get a separate blog post with an explanation.

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