Waves

Waves of exhaustion
Wash over me
Long before bedtime
So I medicate earlier
Every day
In the hopes of maybe
Getting a good nights rest
And waking up rested
Tomorrow morning
And the wave
Washes over
Again

DID poem-hospital assignment

DID

what's wrong with

me

lots and lots

of

parts and stuff

singing

inside my head

I

can't even hear what's

said

anger, sadness, hurt and

pain

split in parts inside my

brain

life's more fun but

also

a doozie-when Tired takes over, I feel

snoozie

little ones, big ones, in

betweens

to me this is what

DID

means.

Overheard

On the bus to therapy:

"Please stop ringing the bell [so much]. If you like it so much, I'll buy you one for Christmas."~very polite but annoyed bus driver, after the string was pulled ten times while the bus was stopped letting people on and off

Holocaust

I have learned my history well, but I am sure I won't get in all the comparisons there are. Feel free to chime in if you know of any others.

At the beginning of WWII, the Jews of Europe didn't want to believe it was happening. It wasn't real. It was all just a whole lot of rumors. So too, at first, we didn't want to believe sexual abuse, or any abuse, existed in our communities. We didn't want to believe it was happening to us. It couldn't be real.

Then reality hit the Jews of Europe. This was the real thing. Hitler had a Plan. So they wanted to get away! Escape! Run! Hide! And they turned to others for help. But there was no help. All the countries turned their backs on European Jewry, because it wasn't their problem. And with abuse, it was the same. Everyone said, "he's from a different community. we don't have to worry about people in OUR area."

The countries of Europe said "If we give him this country, he'll stop. He won't invade more. It'll stop." And us? We said "we can't do anything about the ones he hurt. But he said he was sorry, so surely he won't do it again."

I have just one question: When is the Nuremburg trial for sexual abuse?

Highway

We are speeding
Along a highway
20 mph above
The speed limit
All of us
Crammed into a tiny
Car on a long
Winding highway
It crosses over itself
There are no traffic lights
But barriers
In nonsensical places
If we stop
We will likely crash
CRASH!
The scenery makes
No sense at all
Nothing does
In this car
Eva says
Pull over
You don't have to drive
But we do!
We need to drive
There's nowhere to pull over
So the colors around
Continue to blur
Nonsensical
Why are these colors here
In this order
Along this road
I don't need to stop driving
Whether I do or not
There will be a CRASH
Because no one
Can drive
Forever....

(Artistic rendering of the scenery below)