Foetal moments in adult lives
A thought process to survive
Hide in a shell, fragile as skin
Speak not a word, breathe again
Live in a world where things are fine
Stare at reality from behind the line
Cross into this world when you have no choice
Protect your mind, project your voice
Nothing is safe here but we can’t both escape
Life has a form and I take your shape
You take my mind, doing what you think is good
I smile plainly and you think I understood
Truth be told I don’t understand at all
But I’m able to get up every time I fall
Maybe not knowing is a defence of its own
And though it feels wrong, survival I condone
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Carol Anne Johnson is in her mid 40’s. She is blind and was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder and complex PTSD. She is also a survivor of child abuse. She enjoys writing poetry and reading, walking, and volunteering. You can follow her on her blog, http://therapybits.com/.
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