I lean on her
She leans on me
We talk, whisper, discuss.
She nods, listening
I nod, listening back.
I am her horse,
She is mine-
Both human,
Both horse--
My friend.
I lean on her
She leans on me
We talk, whisper, discuss.
She nods, listening
I nod, listening back.
I am her horse,
She is mine-
Both human,
Both horse--
My friend.
DID
What's wrong with
Me
Lots and lots
Of
Parts and stuff
Singing
Inside my head
I
Can't ever hear what's
Said
Anger, sadness, hurt and
Pain
Split in parts inside my
Brain
Life's more fun but
Also
A doozie-when T takes over, I feel
Snoozie
Little Ones, Big Ones, In
Betweens
To me this is what
DID
means.
The deep tunned is seeped in darkness. Only as wide as my shoulders, tall as my back as I crawl on my hands and knees. Each slow, painful movement brings another stone crashing down behind me, leaving no option of turning back. Wherever this tunnel leads, the only way out is through it. The end is so far, not even a glimmer of light passes through as I navigate this difficult turn. I try to reach up, to dig through the top, but the solid stone doesn't give, and I cannot see. And so I continue to drag, palms bloody, knees bruised, and back scraped, completely at the mercy of He who carefully and steadily fills the space behind my aching body with stone, as tightly fit as a perfect tetris line, without the benefit of disappearing. The slight movement of air tells me there must be an opening somewhere, yet with every push forward, it seems further away. I'm not sure I will make it to the end...yet the crashing stones push me ever forward.