I can’t fix what’s going on in her head
Reliving nightmare days pass, in bed
Wrist suspended from the wall above
Zip-tied by ghosts, false tortured love
Mute tears, a scared girl’s past world
Post-traumatic tragedy sleeps curled
Knees tucked, frail skin, hunched over
Medicated isn’t much better than sober
One scarred arm rests arm over her head,
Memories play back, first-person cassette
Until the arm comes down, wait at her feet
Just soothe her back, ‘till the terrors abate
Date, location, dog, husband, home, bed
Words can’t reach her, repeat them, yet
She looks up, trembling big, brown eyes
Love? She asks, strokes the puppy’s thigh
Lazy tail thumps, content squish-face sigh
Love. All is right. Yet a moment, she cries
Unraveled another thread, unbound lies
Love has no need of noble hero to fix her
Gentle arms heal broken hearts better