I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say. – Flannery O’Connor
Five Faces of Me
One therapy session, five clients in one.
The Watcher
A bad session. A very bad session.
The Reluctant Messenger
A little part speaks.
Never Without My Permission
The awkward discussions about sex begin.
Thoughts in an MRI
A brain scan with PTSD.
Stranger than Fiction
Parts of me fight then scold my psychologist.
Voice from the Past – Part II
The unspeakable shame of sexual abuse.
Voice from the Past – Part I
Not my body but the body I protect.
Amnesia
A poem about trauma related dissociative amnesia.
My Little Fox
Toby.
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