Tags
Abuse, Child abuse, Did, Dissociation, Dissociative identity disorder, Flashbacks, Memories, PTSD, Sexual abuse, Trauma
wrapped in silence she waits
she listens
to the sounds around her
she dares not close her eyes
she dares not speak
she tries to not breathe
for if she is to do any of these things
she fears what might happen
thud, thud
up the stairs footsteps come
stomp stomp stomp
she tightens in to a ball
fearing the sounds
slowly the door creaks open
oh no, he’s here
she dies a little bit more inside
as he crosses the room
she disappears
another takes her place
ready to protect her at all costs
Multi-Me 
oh wow that was hard to read. im sorry you had to go thru this. no one should ever have to have that happen. but you wrote it really well.
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Thanks, Kat. I wrote it from my heart. XX
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This brought back memories…
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I’m so sorry it made you remember things. I hope your ok. Sending hugs your way. Xoxo
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Thank you.. It is when we remember and wounds are opened that the healing deep within can come. Thanks again.
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Your welcome. And, I agree. XX
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I really felt very emotional reading that. That really touched me.
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Thanks for reading and I feel privileged that our words have touched someone else. Hope your ok. XX
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Wow! I really connected to your profound poem. I know the experience well. It did bring back memories but the great thing it also did was help me to see that today I can hold the pain and sadness of knowing this experience. Sorry that you to had to know this type of fear and terror in your life as well. You really captured what it is like so eloquently. Thanks!
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Thanks. I honestly don’t think my writing is all that good. Thank you for your kind words. They mean a lot to me. I’m glad it resonated with you. XX
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And that feeling in the present, when there is no longer anything to fear is what I want gone.
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Yes, I know. I hope it leaves up for you soon. XX
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thats a great poem you should post it you know where jess
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I will. I didnt think of it. XX
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Reblogged this on suicideasseenbythe1leftbehind.
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