Fangs and jaws
Snarling at the head
Blood everywhere and
The blood is so red
I close my ears
but still hear the screams
I am not asleep
This isn’t a dream
Standing he reaches
With arms open wide
I can not hold him
He reached and cried
Where are you now
How bad are your dreams
Lying in a strange bed
With tubes and beeping machines
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I’m sorry you’re struggling. I was wondering yesterday how you were doing in that regard.
I’m ok until everything gets quiet and I try to lay down. It’ll be alright though.
Than the pictures come. My therapist told me our brains process trauma at night. I hope you will get to see the child when he has recovered.
I do to. Actually if I could see just a picture of him BEFORE the incident I think that would help a lot.
Oh yes I didn’t think of that you wouldn’t even have known what he looks like, so you only have the horrible pic in your mind. 😦
How is he have you heard?
Yeah that’s the kicker isn’t it? Whenever I think about him , like how’s he doing , the only way I know him is after he was mauled. I talked to his grandmother Friday and she said that he had the surgery to try to repair his scalp but I haven’t heard how it went.
That’s sad. I’m glad to hear you have some contact and that he had surgery. Lord heal that child and you. 🙂
And the people said AMEN.
AMEN!
I’ll continue to pray for you. Peace be unto you.
And may peace be with you. Tank you.
My heart goes out to you and my mind struggles with the hideousness of it all so I cannot begin to imagine what you are going through. I will continue to pray for you and ask God to heal your mind. God Bless and keep you and lil Anthony in His healing arms.
Thank you so very , very much. I will be fine with your prayers. Thank you.
Perhaps you could create a picture in your mind’s eye of what he looked like. Do it with the heart, and not with the mind.
I’ve tried. I think I will call his grandmother.
How are you today?
Do! Call his grandmother! Good idea.
I’m just fine. Thank you for asking. I was fine the minute the power came back on and the sun came out. After that, I felt completely safe again. Weird, huh?
Not at all.
wow that is pretty powerful!!!!
Typical PTSD.
Have you heard anything about prosecution of the dog owners?
No I haven’t. I was actually thinking about calling the Investigator I gave my statement to to see where it stands.
I’m thinking of you, and of course Little Anthony. I couldn’t bring myself to click ‘like’ as the incident was and is so horrible, but your words are very powerful poignant.
I know it’s brutal , Elaine. That’s what runs through my mind when I start to wind down so I thought if I get up and pour it out in words maybe the pictures and sounds would dissipate. Sometimes it works. Sometimes not.
You are another of the unsung heroes. Your poem is beautiful, terrifying and so thought provoking.
God is the hero here. It should get better as far as my writing goes I saw a pisture of the little fellow yesterday that should help.