Reflections of P T S D: With My Perfect Flaws
By Tim Segrest
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In my first book, Perfect Flaws, I wrote that the book was about nothing and something at the same time. However, in the past year or so, I have arrived at a different conclusion. I have seen many horrid things as a sniper in a Special Forces unit. The details are irrelevant here, there are some in the pages inside. I can honestly say that this book is about how a person, such as I, deals with PTSD and its expressive turmoil it plays inside our minds. It is, in my opinion, incurable and the phrase, "get over it," should never be in the same conversation. I am not promoting poetry as the only means of self-healing. I am, more importantly, trying to encourage other veterans to do something to aide in healing themselves. It's hard work but one cannot rely on medications and outside influences to heal them. Just in combat, much of the time, you can only rely on yourself. You must want to live.
I have dove deeper in this book to explore topics outside the combat zone. Topics assigned to me in college classes, as well as everyday life. I did this because we are not in combat anymore. Everyday problems blend into our past world, an avoidable part of living in society. But, through the same self-healing methodology, I feel you can tackle them as well. But then again, like I already said, you must want to.
Tim Segrest
Tim Segrest is 44 years old and grew up spending alot of time at the beach in California. He joined the military in 1983 and retired in 2004 as a disabled veteran, and was diagnosed with Degenerative Spine Disease in 1997. Tim currently resides in New Mexico with his lovely wife. The author can't say why who he is validates his writing these poems, sorry—you'll have to answer that on your own.
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Reflections of P T S D - Tim Segrest
Contents
No one at home
CROSSROADS
The Writer
MY CURE
Just Another Day
Frame by Frame
Lover, never my wife
We Always Win
Shapes and Sizes
What Weekend?
Life is Funny, Don’t you think?
My Death Will Not be the End
Feeding Cancers
Warrior of my God
My little fishing hole
Grumpy Old Fool
A Little Less Lost
I WISH I COULD
To Stay Alive
Job Well Done
Little Creatures
Signs
How to Start
Biological Machines
Afraid to Sleep
Pedophilia, the truth of it
MAN & MURDERER
The Final Battle
AGAIN
May I ask you a Favor?
Suffocation
ALL I CAN DO
Intentional scaring
Names
Sit
Relevance
I Killed
GOD TELLS ME
Show them no pain
TABS
To My Fellow Sniper
Show them no fear
Necessary curse
It Creeps
Child to Man, Man to Child
GONE
This Fight
World of Darkness
A New Quest
Snakes Thoughts
DEATH
So Very Real
Becoming Father
A Turn of the Wrist
Once, We Were Soldiers
Volume Dial
The Black Crow
Addicted to Murder
DO I WANT IT DONE?
Desert town
I’ve
Not a killer
Something is coming
So fucking tired
My Two-headed Pink Elephants
LOVE AND HATE
I Think it is Safe
I Think its Safe
Red Eyes Glowing
In the air all around
July 9, 2007
I have reached
SLUMBERING THOUGHTS
Unimaginable
WE ALL CRY THE SAME
MY NIGHTMARE, 9/5/07
Hear Me Hilda, Please
Sorry Hilda
Letter from Hilda
Reply to Hilda
Have a Good Christmas: Rejoice
Nothing More to Give
The Lack Of………
REASONS
Safety
I AM ME
The night in hell
My feet, my God
BEING EXPENDABLE
THE COST
My Complaint
MY AFTER AFTER-LIFE
PAIN
A FOOLS CONTROL
HOURS TO DAYS
Tired of the Time
Coming of Death
So Much Easier
Its Simple Name
The dark coat
Peace
The Unreachable Light
The Very Future
A few Happy Thoughts?
My…….Warrior Within
Why Has It Become?
To Sit Alone
DON’T LOOK AT ME
Assumptions
How can they? How can anyone?
Tell Me
Who the Fuck Can Say
A Rainy Night, Not Long Ago
No Bloody Chance
Fallen leaves
No one at home
Once again I ask you
To come into my world
I don’t seek pity or your sympathy
But to see it through my eyes
To understand through my heart
The pain
It lessons but is never gone
People, do they really understand?
Some, they hide their eyes
Ignorance is their personal blessing
I’ve tried to push
Till my body numbs
And my vision blurs
But still the demons
They wait quietly patiently
Until I close my eyes
I see no need to show my anger
So, I pretend to have energy
Until the pain overpowers
My thoughts ideas
My emotions
They hide in my fear
My God
I need an answer
I need to know
How will this torment end?
I know the pain
Will eventually win
I just desire for a moment
A moment of no pain
A moment of no pills
Emotions crutches of my mind
Lacking the means
The tools
To mend what I have lost
(1 of 2)
halfman halfchild half of what I was
I ask this question
Every damn day
I sadly know that
I have learned through time
That I will not get an answer
I will never
Get an answer
Ideas of emotional intimacy
A man strength lies within his heart
His resistance lies within his soul
My heart has weakened
through the years
My soul is almost nonexistent
It hides in fear
Without either
I will
Never
Get
A
Answer
(2 of 2)
Introduction
Why a Second Book
Why does someone publish a second book? especially after a not so great reception of a first book? I can only guess the reasons vary as much as the stars in the sky. However, to me, it’s because of what and why I write.
You see, my poetry is very much like personal explanations of what a person feels at that specific time of their lives. This is especially true for my poetry because I wrote it for a form of self-therapy. For this reason, I will never write for any other reasons. In fact, after I published my book Perfect Flaws,
I find it hard not to write to this very day. If you’re not familiar with the reason why I first started to write, I’ll quickly restate it again. I started writing when I was diagnosed with acute Post Dramatic Stress Disorder, known as PTSD. I wrote them as an away to face my demons and attempt to deal with them without committing suicide. But, that was a personal reason why I wrote them, not why I published them. I published them to help other veterans see that they are not alone. It is my sincere hope that a veteran read them, and realized that if I could do it, then they could as well. Do what? You may ask, I hope they have found an avenue to help them face their demons, no matter what it is.
But, as I have continued to write, my poems have showed me things, new discoveries within my soul. In matter of fact, I realized that I had more than 200 pages of new poems in binders in my office. Then, I started to think. I wondered if any veterans actually started writing, and if so, if they have continued like I have. I started to feel bad that I wasn’t sharing my new poems with them. The only ones who regularly heard them was the writers group at the Albuquerque VA. They seemed to enjoy them and told me so on a regular basis. Actually, I think they show a happier, more stable person than when I wrote my first poems. Some, however, show that my mind creeps into the dark side from time to time. I think it is unavoidable. I talked it over with my wife and she suggested that, perhaps, I could publish a second book for the same reason I did my first book. After careful consideration, I came to the decision that doing a second book might be a good idea.
So, here I am, writing the first pages of my second book. I plan to use the same format except for fewer pages of explanations. I don’t feel they are really necessary. I feel you will be able to get a feeling for my mental and physical conditions from the poems themselves. However, if I think there is a need, I will do as I feel required.
Well, you may be wondering what is in store for you in this book I have created. I can say it’s much of the same, but with something else as well. According to readers of my newer poems, they usually make two observations. The first observation is that I have dealt deeper into some areas that most will not go to, which has increased my intensity in some poems. The second observation is that they have increased in length. All in all, they say they have improved, but I’ll let you be the judge in that.
However, the fact that I write what I feel, and feel what I write has not changed. I never consider subject manner, language, or what might be, so-called, politically correct. I don’t say this to make you put the book back on the shelf, I tell you this because it is the honest truth, and without that, you have nothing.
So please enjoy my book, and for your own sake, don’t try to find hidden agendas in my words. All I ask is that you truly read them not rush over them to get done.
CROSSROADS
Once again, I find myself at the crossroads
The crossroads of life, as the black crow soars
This urge to explore through paper and pen
Interactive feelings, both good, bad, and sinful
My imagination seeking horizons not known
My imagination also buckled from what is known
Everyday, I gaze out my window at the sky
The sun shines yet I know darkness will arrive
I realize no answers lies in what I can see
It lies in what I have subdued, it lies in me
But I fear what I might leave behind
Behind things that make my world shine
It calls me, this anticipation of what’s real
What I’ll find, and the anxiety also I feel
To venture into the past so deeply obscured
The boundaries, redrawn, seeking a final cure
Will the haunts get their vengeance?
Or shall their understanding come to past?
(1 of 2)
Questions, answers, they all melt into one
One can’t survive without the other, yet it’s done
They work in opposites, an unhealthy quest
To give up would be the easy, mentally less
To give up would never provide what I need
So I push, push with every fiber I can bleed
Through everything, it’s my nature as a man
Though the truth bears weight, as it only can
This race of living and dying is the final test
We were strong, the Gargoyle that lies within
But I fear I have weakened over times quest
My mind floats as do my thoughts I try
The thoughts I try to find in the dark
I see the black crow as it comes to me
It brings nothing and asks for the same
The same in return, it only points
Points to the crossroads of life
Light and dark, it knows neither
I wish for the same
Which way do I go?
I have no idea
Nobody does
The crossroads
Don’t really
Exist, fate
Directs
(2 of 2)
The Writer
A Writer
Handwritten notes
Mere ideas of the strange
The unknown – things
No one dare speak or think about
Married to these thoughts
His stories – idea that invade
And can occupy the past – present
And to his own dislike
The future
So fragile
That outside emotion – either
His own or that of others
Can destroy it – to which
It may never return
Or be written
The anger
The promptness of the present
Nightmares of the past
Or worse – fears of the future
He seems so very much out of
His control
(1 of 3)
The solitude
We yearn for the quiet
Tranquility to call our own