Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

We broke it!
This is our image of todays solar eclipse throw our telescope.Max,from our location, was just above our horizon so the dimming of one part of the sun.We had fun dancing around in the strange light effect of the Moon eating the Sun. I told the littles not to throw that rock at the sun, they just would not listen.
Enjoy!
Us

^ Beautiful!
Came across this today.

From Ashes - my poem


Listen to your inners
They have stories to tell
Advice from inside
Whilst I’m going through this hell

I guess the problem is
I don’t want to know
So I put up these walls
And my mood stays so low

So low as to think
Why am I still here?
Though I’ve thought this before
Year after year

But here I remain
For what purpose I don’t know
Why is it I stay?
When I want so badly to go?

Is it for the people in my life
External to me
Or the internal people in my life
Those only I can see

Is it because
After all these years
I refuse to let the abusers win
Them and my fears

When you go through abuse
The acts aren’t the worst
It is the self abandonment
Leave yourself, or burst

I am still yet to retrieve myself
From the depths of within
Where the “I” fled so long ago
Finding safety in a bin

The dirty bin
I no longer want as my home
So we all come out of hiding
Free to speak, feel and roam

We are finding each other
Getting to know who we are
With the aim that in the future
We won’t exist just from afar

We will all come together
To form this societal “I”
Eat, drink, breathe together
In the same bed we will lie

Yes this is why I’m still here
After years of wishing otherwise
There is such growth upon us
From ashes we will rise

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A flower.

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A snail.

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Our cat.

Photography is one of our favorite things to do. :]

SnakeskinSoul
We really like your snail picture.We have two cameras and they are with us all the time.
Bourbon
We like the poem.Speaks volumes for those who deal with DID everyday.
Regards
Us

I started writing this for Johann months back when I was walking home from work. I haven't been able to finish it, but...

"Everything But Me"

Am I young? Am I free?
Am I him? Am I me?
Am I everything I’m supposed to be?

Am I old? Am I wise?
Or just a child in your eyes?
Am I everything and all but me?
I’m everything and me.

Love the poetry we're seeing.

bump.

A poem written and published by the author Sharon McGovern in her book "Afraid". I am very attached to this poem right now. It speaks volumes to me.

***TRIGGER: SEXUAL ABUSE***


‘Mental/Physical’

The window without a view from which I stare each day
Shows nothing but blank spaces, while children outside play
But me, I feel so different you can see it in my eyes.
I didn’t dare to tell the truth in a silence filled with lies.
I know how I loved him, and I thought he loved me too,
Until one night, in awesome fright, he bruised me through and through.
He raped my mind and body, and made me scared of things to come.
I was buried in dark shadows and could not reach my mum.
He thinks he’s got away with it, but one day he will pay.
It happened many years ago and it’s time I had my say,
How I hate my step-dad, and I realise he’s no good,
He’s never been repentant, or even understood.
Why should I be punished? Why should I take the blame?
Or be silenced by convention, to suit the adult game?
Now I’m a woman, fully grown, and my story must be believed:
Daddy stole my virginity, and he’s never even grieved.
He ravished my mind and body, and he pandered to his lust,
Then left me as a lifeless doll, as all paedophiles must.
Now I hate my daddy, and the cross he’s nailed to me.
I’ve exorcised my ghosts, and finally I am free.
Though I’ll never find the innocence that was robbed from my childhood bed,
Never know who I should have been, or the life I may have led,
I found a strength that was deep within
To survive this monster and not let him in.
So if you understand me, please understand my pain.
Don’t let your past rape you once again.
Be proud of who you are and what you have achieved.
I can feel your pain, and yes, you are believed.
You are a wonderful person, you’ve survived and you’ve pulled through.
There’s only one thing now you have to understand
Everyone loves you.

Into the deep