I. When you experience trauma, your mind can put itself into a fugue state, a last-ditch form of survival.
II. Covalent bonds, our lives were strands of DNA holding us together, bonding us irretrievably in life and death.
III. Nobody warned me. There were no books that said when that bond could break suddenly and with no warning under large amounts of energy, and when it did, my body would cease to feel like my own.
IV. I wake up in new places each night guided by a ghost I don't remember when I wake.
V. I live in different years and memories each day. I spend hours living in the past, specifically, lately that one day four years ago. Do you remember sitting under that tree mapping out our future? Now I can't tell them how I ended up here at 3am for the fourth time this week.
VI. Can you tell me when my skin will stop being a stranger and where I've been? I haven't found a twelve-step program to becoming yourself again.
VII. Can you tell me what form I have to fill out to report myself missing? I'm afraid it's been far longer than twenty-four hours since I last saw myself, and I don't know where to start looking.
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Dancing with Ghosts
PoetryA collection of poems coping with the juxtaposition of grief and beauty, pain and nostalgia, heart ache and celebrations. From breakups to losing a child, a parent, a friend, a sibling, I hope this little collection of poems helps someone out there...
