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Ariel Sobel<br />
It’s 4 AM. Do you know where your mother is?<br />
I do<br />
I always do<br />
She’s a floor above me screaming<br />
Heaving up cries<br />
Capsules of air won’t penetrate her lungs<br />
She’s got the runs<br />
She’s literally trying to run away<br />
Evaporate<br />
Escape<br />
From a prison I can’t locate<br />
So I guess I don’t really know where she is<br />
I hope it’s dreaming<br />
I can’t tell when her body swells with heavy breathing<br />
Seething cries beneath her eyes<br />
I don’t know<br />
Where her PTSD has taken her<br />
Mom has been kidnapped<br />
Trapped in a memory of a man they call father’s hands<br />
Beating her<br />
I hate the name<br />
It’s not a game<br />
No one wins<br />
Unless score is kept by the bruises on her skin<br />
But it’s been years since she left him<br />
Something’s underneath, beneath, within<br />
The following spectrum of poems were presented during an<br />
event held by USC’s Health Sciences Education Program, a<br />
group dedicated to providing insight into various health<br />
professions. Slamming Down the Stigma was an event<br />
specifically held in order to help destigmatize mental illness.<br />
When my mother got diagnosed with PTSD<br />
I didn’t believe her<br />
I thought it was just for soldiers<br />
Men crushed by bullets or boulders<br />
Marines in Vietnam burnt down by the Vietcong<br />
Running<br />
Flying<br />
Dying<br />
But I kept trying to understand<br />
To demand<br />
That my mother be normal<br />
I didn’t see cuts so I ignored the bleeding<br />
She was the parent<br />
I wanted to be a child so I acted like one<br />
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