Poetry

I wait
with baited breath
For the day
I can finally breathe
When?
When will that be?
I wish I knew
Waiting is hard
I sit and I wonder
Ponder and wonder
Some day, some day
I’ll be free
Free from the pain
Free from the memories
Free just to be
Me

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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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