The tormented soul released;
How I feel as if I am at peace. 
I feel like I can do all things.
As life goes forth and as life begins,
My heart feels like it was going to burst.
I feel like fear took hold of me; my head was unclear.
Anger always haunted me.
Outbursts continually entangled me.
I found out I had PTSD.
Many kept quiet, but not me.
I took classes to learn how to cope
With life’s problems, floating like a boat.
Triggers were the cause of my pains.
Anguish which is its name.
Sounds, smells and places unknown,
My name being called, 
A voice over the telephone.
When I thought I could not cope,
Freedom was found; I still had hope.

Writing Aide: Armintia Alcorn
Typist: Kenneth J. Miller