Sudden heat, a sudden sting,
A startle that the senses bring.
The sudden drop, the rapid pulse,
When quiet rhythms start to shock.
The body shields, the body stays,
Through stormy weather, heavy days.
It guards the door, it holds the line,
To keep you safe until it’s fine.
Now let the air grow soft and cool,
Let stillness be the only rule.
No rush to fix, no speed to run,
Just sitting quiet in the sun.
A steady breath, a quiet place,
To give your heart a little space.
The shock will fade, the moment bends,
And peace slowly returns again.
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Author:
Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on how living with PTSD leaves the nervous system operating on high alert, making even small, sudden sensory shocks—like an unexpected blast of hot water—feel like an overwhelming physical threat. When your body is constantly primed for danger, a sudden spike of pain or heat can immediately trigger a fight-or-flight surge, flooding your system with adrenaline and bringing back that familiar feeling of being unsafe. I wrote this piece to capture that delicate balance between sudden sensory overload and the slow, gentle process of returning to calm and finding your ground again.
- Category: Nature
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