Healing from PTSD negative emotions is like a dirty house inside.
We may feel like there is no other way to live; which makes Spirituality hide.

For some of us depression from a traumatic event started undetected.
Our emotions of loving and kindness through forgiveness need to be connected.

Slowly we lost sight of this, just like not taking the time to thoroughly clean.
Not only were good times lost, but also we may have even become mean!

This loss of feeling good is similar to being bitten by a mosquito.
At first it goes unnoticed, but then starts to really itch, you know.

Without cleaning out the source of discomfort it may get infected.
Then the sore becomes bigger and attention to it is what is reflected.

Now even others around us are able to notice this sore, too.
Family, co-workers, and friends may wonder why we became so blue.

A coping strategy may be to wear a hidden mask over this pain.
It may be the only safe one for us, to pretend to keep us halfway sane.

Life goes on for everyone else around us with little notice.
We ponder dark thoughts that bring despair, while others live in bliss.

All of a sudden there may be a Spiritual spark that brings us some joy.
Perhaps by being blessed with twins, as a pretty girl and adorable boy?

Whatever ignited love again can be flamed even brighter with positive energy.
I know this first hand, by using healing from the Universe in Qigong and Reiki.

These ancient alternative healing methods are like being given a lifebuoy.
Those that have not been drowning in despair may think, €That's a bunch of hooey!€

A response to this may be, €Unless you have tried it, keep away your negativity.€
This process can clear up blockages in our Spirit that prevents our creativity.

For me, it was a loss of being able to play the accordion or write a poem anymore.
Once the healing took over, I chose not to play that instrument I used to adore.

It became a choice not to and not because of any traumatic memory as before.
Once the pattern of loneliness and grief was healed, my heart opened a poetic door.

Now that past PTSD power has become powerless, I confidently confess.
Although, without continued prayer, praise and love my life would be a mess!