DID/Our Story

By Lynn (co-written by us)

The children sit there upon the floor.
I spy them playing though they do not know.
All around them they ignore.

There's the mommy, the baby, the brother, 
sisters galore. Multiple births no others see.
Not that it matters, only each other they 
aim to please. Each with a part to play.
Any one all of them on any given day.

They hide from others around them.
They musn't tell - they may think the children 
unwell. Year upon year added trouble. Run away 
fast on the double. She has learned to quick    
stop - and then start over. When many terrors and       
horrors do they see just stop and move over     
and make a new me.

The years they go bye in their eye. Each of them 
wanting their own day and own way. Pushing and 
shoving then resting awhile only to come back, 
but of course they lack the knowledge they need     
wasn't gathered.

I'll handle this, you take that. What if I wasn't            
listening you know how I do that. That question's 
to hard I'll distract. You just quickly quietly    
go back.

So many days, so many years yet still she       
plays with all of them near. Innocence lost, 
innocence gained. They says she's an actor or she 
should be. She hears their whispers pretending she's 
deaf, don't listen and you can not hear.

Hold those secrets never dear. No one wants a full 
grown child an adult we need now but tell me, how !
You did it then, so do it again. So that's how I came 
then   so did she and she.

Where we go trouble soon follows it feels as though 
I can not swallow. Float away, run away, hide inside, 
plug your ears, close your eyes turn your back awhile.
Hum, sing, chant if you must. Innocent and simple it      
may seem. To we it's a trigger to flee.

Others see bad behaviors as me. Each of us knows that 
not to be. One is angry, One may be sad. One knows 
people, one hates them all. One cries only, one is so   
lonely. One has black days all the while knows not how   
to stay a mile.

Days are lost, years forgotten, who was there, it must 
have been rotten. Therapy - maybe can empower. Answers 
gained at a late hour. Helps at tmes, but so many minds, 
needs, answers of all kinds.

Self-sufficient for sometime. Then someone may reach      
out, to the outside, then we run and hide. Can anyone 
help us, do we dare can we find one who will care.
So here we come, a new start, not the end, but no 
longer apart. Together today, agreeing to play but not 
all day. Work to be done, to be all part of one.