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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #37 {Multiple Personalities Disorder}
Dissociative identity disorder, previously called multiple personality disorder, is usually a reaction to trauma as a way to help a person avoid bad memories.
Dissociative identity disorder is characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality identities. Each may have a unique name, personal history, and characteristics.
Sorry to say that's not me or never has been ...
Thursday 14th December 2017 7:42 pm
Who Am I?
A storm trapped in a rain drop
Hurricane wrapped in a wave
Hundred mile winds twisting within a breeze
Devastating quakes in every stone
Dirt speckled snow blanketed over bones
A forest of memories behind a cosmic window
Ash curls out into nebulous tendrils of purple and blue
A ghost of an echo
No longer able to self recognize
Thursday 7th December 2017 3:56 pm
My Muse Is Dead
Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
Is empty
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
"Over medicated"
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no f...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 10:23 pm
I'd Be Queen Of Myself (if I weren't anti-monarchy)
She said
I seemed brighter and
I was that day,
that week,
but my brightness
had a lid on it
because I couldn't let it
spill
unless I was alone and then
I could sing
and sing and sing
and grin
at the windows
and the cutlery
and laugh at the shape
of the front door
all angular and rigid
and trapped by lines
not like me
I was bright that day
...Sunday 11th June 2017 2:08 pm
Numb
Once a darkness wrapped her soul,
A willow weeping, a devoid whole.
Stole her hope, her pride, her lust.
Pain twisted taking trust.
She wandered vulnerable but free,
Deathly pale but not drug free.
Chemically calmed, sedated, numb.
The only way to cope for some.
Twisted visions of the truth,
Forever lost beauty and youth.
Broken wings no longer fly.
Long ago she prayed to die....
Thursday 11th May 2017 7:14 pm
Disability Timeline pt. 1
Ask for help,
They say
With quiet judgmental rebuke
So I ask
And then I plead
And deafness
Greets his friend
Stagnation.
Today
Means tomorrow.
Tomorrow,
Next week.
I have yet to see
What
"Within the year"
Means,
And it's been Two.
Each letter,
A careful trapeze,
Am I too sick?
Not sick enough?
The war waged on
In my body.
They promised me
Soldiers
"Within the year."
Wednesday 4th January 2017 6:22 pm
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