More poetry

chilled to the bone
ice cold and numb
as my stomach clenches
chest tightens
an invisible rope pulls me down
it wraps itself tightly around my neck
threatens to choke me
i swallow hard
choked by memories
tears spill out
i try to shout
but only a whisper comes out
silently I cry


Author: manyofus1980

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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