Each bending of her mind was an attempt to save her soul

When her mind could bend no more it would crack and break

And her heart would chip and peel

She thought she was shatter proof

Never saw the cracks as they formed

Was never cut by the sharp edges

And looked on with confidence as her resilliency was stolen away slowly

It allowed her to survive not knowing the internal efforts

It allowed her to hide the pain when it was not ok to share

It allowed her the luxury of growing

And allowed her to be safe when everything else was not

The cracks grew in numbers till it was hard to hold together

When the mind and heart and soul were about to break

She found safety and it was ok to share the pain

She would not have been able to cope with it before

But maybe now she can pick up the pieces and with the superglue of learning to cope with the past

She can put herself back together again

And grow to have a happy life

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.

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