Therapy Bits

In a world where shadows softly blend,

A mind adrift, where thoughts suspend.

The mirror’s gaze, a distant stare,

A life observed from over there.

The body’s here, but spirit’s flight,

Wanders through the endless night.

A puppet’s dance, with strings unseen,

In a play where self is in between.

The clock ticks on, a muted chime,

In a realm where moments lose their time.

Faces blur, like watercolor dreams,

In a river of fragmented streams.

Yet in this haze, a strength resides,

A quiet force that gently guides.

Through the fog, a light may gleam,

A tether to the waking dream.

For though the path is hard to trace,

There’s beauty in this liminal space.

A journey through the veiled unknown,

To find the self, to claim the throne.

So wander on, with courage bright,

Through the shadows, into light.

For in the dance of dissociation,

Lies the art of re-creation.