A homeless man approached me on the street.
He thought my hot rod was really neat.
I could tell he knew a little bit about cars.
At least he wasn't hanging out in bars.
He was very excited at what he saw.
Several times he dropped his jaw.
We had fun talking about my hot rod.
For ten minutes I lifted my facade.
It felt so good to have a PTSD break.
For a short time I didn't have to be a fake.
When he left, I gave him a hundred dollar bill.
For him it was quite a thrill.
He said "Thank you very much. I won't buy beer."
I said, "Don't worry about it. I'm the winner here."
That was expensive therapy at $600 an hour.
But worth every penny, to feel that healing power.
A collection of original poetry from a Vietnam War Veteran, David Rose, who is diagnosed with PTSD by the Veterans Administration. Some of these poems are very personal and dark while others are lighter, but I wanted to make them available to the public as an educational tool to everyone who is interested. The poems are copyrighted, but can be used for any nonprofit reason with credits. It is my sincere wish that someone will find these heart-felt writings useful.
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