Dissociative Art & Poetry Corner

y0zhik - i love that. definitely resonates with me as far as dissociation goes.

I wrote this poem when in therapy. I very untalented painting that I did goes with it.

Hiding in the shadows, in a darkness no one knows.
Waiting for the day break, cold from head to toe.
When the moonlight glistens, when the baby calls.
It's time to look upon him, it's time to take a fall.
Swooping down upon me, attacking from within.
The demon no one notices, it takes time to begin.
And as the passion seizes me, the colours start to spin.
The darkness takes a hold of me and life becomes a sin.

You don't know how it started or if it ever ends.
And as you get to know him, the demon is my friend.
I know that there's a better way, I know it cuz it's true.
But after what he's done to me, the pieces just won't glue.
So I start to build a different me, the one I always know.
The one no one can take and shatrer, the element that's true.

And as it gets untwisted and as I start to glow.
The demon is upon me, stronger than you know.
The only way to beat it is not to let it show.
To speak my truth, not hide or cower, allow myself to grow.
The ending of this poem is nothing but the start.
As the demon takes a hold of me, I doubt my life my art.