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African-American female survivor of childhood and early adulthood abuse discusses life with Multiple Personality Disorder. This site details living plural. You'll see poetry, art and even humor mixed into a blog dedicated to healing.
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The Reflection of Two Little Girls
That skinny old man sounds like a stampede of spooked cattle as he runs across poorly padded carpet To open a door about to fall off it’s hinges. I hear it slam and think to myself, I hate him. —– It’s not the slamming door o...
Smaller Than A Mouse
My attention span is short and small. It’s tiny. Tinier than a mouse. Tinier than a minnow in the pond out back And more fleeting than Florida rain in the spring. The sun comes out, kisses the earth and leaves no trace That a single drop ever h...
Gratitude Monday: The Senses
Pleasing to me was: The sound of my best friend’s grandchild giggling in the background as we talked on the phone. Ever so delightful was the last sip of coffee where my peppermint disk settled. I had warm blackberry pie and vanilla ice cream. ...
Sensitive
When it goes on and on like this…… They’re going to tire of hearing me say this. Lets talk about something else. Say something encouraging. Mention something minor, something people feel they can act on and fix. ….. I’ve...
Perseverance
I’m overwhelmed. I’m tired. I need to leave. I’m overwhelmed. I’m tired. I need to go slowly. Overwhelmed. Tired. I need to rock. I need to close my eyes. I float slowly to the back of my mind in the dark and in the quiet, Where hills made of...
A Little Too
A Little Too I’m a little too quiet, a little too polite, too awkward, too shy. I’m a little too insecure and a little too willing to please. A wall flower, a speck in the crowd who feels like a soar thumb I’m a little too serious, too old and ...
The Doll Knows
In hair of silk laid in curls my tears do drip and saturate She knows, for she has seen my frightened soul collapse into plush open arms As I hide my face in a lacy dress from past visions still with me The doll knows She knows with button eyes and p...
In My Hands
The first two paintings are multi-media. They’re acrylic and coloured pencil on paper. The third is the same with several digital enhancements. I like the middle one best because the hands are so large with hearts in the middle. I think IR...
Poem: Let Me Grow
let me grow wild and free beyond walls and mountains up, through and far afield. let me grow with a frenzy like waves wrestling to the shore line like an army marching to victory in the name of The King and his cause let me go. let me grow. . fma -...
