Evidently I have been writing poems and stuff before...I found a whole "book" of poems I had written sometime in my 20's...I think...lol anyway here are some of those....What is funny is some of these poems still affect my life, are still somewhat along the lines of what I have written more recently...hmmm
A Premonition of Doom
A premonition of doom
clouds her day
it rains down on her
hailstones of agony
the wind howls and laughs
in her ears...
flooding threatens to carry her away
lightening is brilliant before her.
she clings to safety
as thunder echos on,
sirens wail and whine..
In the distance...
a premonition of doom, follows her around
hiding the sun
forcing her shadow away
fogging her vision, it threatens to destroy
what is left of her,
her sunny daze...
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Gypsy
Will god love a gypsy?
blowing here and there
wherever the wind takes her..
a gypsy spirit, a gypsy soul
taking life wherever it leads
a wandering caravan of desires
never settling, always moving
to another land, another shore
exploring life thru endless chapters
will god love a gypsy?
can the freewill be quenched,
drained, then dried up..
a poor little dreamer
standing in the door,
god watches as she stands and shakes
reality never enough, a need to keep traveling
just around the bend.
the caravan, pushing her on
rolling over pebble roads
climbing mountains of life..
will god ever love gypsy?
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My Mothers Womb
In my mothers womb, I was all curled up
a tight little ball, secure
my thumb in my mouth, pacifying me
I can hear loud noises
angry voices, crashes, screams
I don't move
maybe mom couldn't feel me
she'd forget I was here
I'll just be quite, still
sucking my thumb, alone...
I hear her heartbeat
sometimes slow and soothing
often fast and upsetting
when its beating hard, I stay motionless
when mom walks,
I like it...
I rock back and forth, drifting
sometimes she hums,
I like that, I am safe in here...
In my mothers womb.
I wish I could stay here,
quiet, safe, protected,
alone.....
I've just discovered I have D.I.D. Its not easy for me or my alters. As you read these blog entries, some are by me and some are by them. Each one us expressing a moment of joy or frustration as we learn to adapt to our new life and flood of bad memories.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
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