Post-Trauma

Stuck in recurring bad

dream,

I need to fight…

I can’t even form

A fist.

I need your help,

My mouth moves

As a fish hooked to land…

I can’t even form

A word.

Can you fight, 

Can you talk,

On my behalf?

Just until I break free

Of this mortal coil?

I don’t know when--

I am stuck,

I am hooked.

Believe me,

Though it looks as if 

I am giving up,

I am being reborn.