FROM LIZ-SHAME AND MORE SHAME

SHARP YET PAINLESS
PIERCING SKIN
COLD METAL, SINKING IN
IDEAS WONDER, FOCUS NOT
STREAMS OF CONSCIOUS TIED IN KNOTS
POOLS OF BLOOD, LIQUID HATE
RED AND DRIPPING, CAPTIVATE
COLLECT IT ALL AND PAINT YOUR HAND
EYES LIKE CHRISTAL IN A DISTANT LAND
SOON IT DRIES THE CRIMSON BROWN
FROM UP IN THE AIR YOU COME CRASHING DOWN
AS IF LANDING IN MUD YOU FEEL UNCLEAN
SNEAK TO THE BATHROOM AND HOPE NOT TO BE SEEN
YOU WATCH THE SINK AS YOU RINSE WITH WATER
SHANE DOESNT WASH OFF SO WHY BOTHER
YOUR HAND IS CLEAN TO THOSE WHO VIEW IT
BUT SIGHT HAS NOTHING GOT TO DO WITH IT
THERE IS DIRT DEEP WITHIN THAT CANT BE WASHED AWAY
A GUILT RIGHTLY PLACED IN THE HEART TO STAY
LIZ

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. 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.

8 thoughts on “FROM LIZ-SHAME AND MORE SHAME”

      1. It is Liz. I have written about it lately, but not in my blog. I have been feeling it a LOT lately. And you can’t see it. And it really IS so deep. No one can understand it except us. I am with you. We are together.

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