Dear Dissociation,

 

Dear Dissociation,

 Hollow. Separated. Afraid. Untrusting. 

 

Head tilted back and breathing again. *inhale*    hold.    *exhale*    free. 

 

Hello my friend,

I wish we would never have met again. I've been running from you, and yet... I still find you. I am trying to remember when I first met you. 

 

Blank.

 

I am searching for you now. I hope to find you. You are haunting and exhausting and keep me awake all night. 

 

My dear Dissociation, 
Your cunning, persuasive, and enticing inhale breathes me in. 

I accept the peace of your inhale. I am sucked. Hold me. Please hold me. 

I wake up. You are as cunning as I've been told. I want to hold you now. I see you in all the world around me and in the people I love. 

 

Dear Dissociation,
You are the heal of false perception, and not the healer. 

 

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