My name is kate and I am host of the DID system of kellen&co.
We have been diagnosed with DID since early 1995. Starting in 1994, poetry became our lifesaver… our way of telling our story without speaking it out loud. We didn’t know what we were doing with poetry as we had never written any before, but using what we later learned was the Acrostic style, poetry began flowing out like a swiftly moving river of pain and terror. I hope what we share helps you in some way… whether in letting you know you are not alone, or enlightening you a bit in what it is like to have been so heinously hurt we became many living in one body. Thank you for hearing us.
Sorrows Face
From whence comes the sorrow which shadows tomorrow?
It comes from yesteryears and their forbidden tears.
Casting gray shades of gloom, it leaves joy no room.
Smiles try to linger here… they’re chased away by fear.
Sorrow digs in its feet; its triumph is complete.
Now depression has won; it has darkened the sun.
I feel a cold embrace as I wear sorrow’s face.
kate17
Nature Attacked
The pine trees watched all.
Tears soaked the roots of the oaks.
I weep for the trees.
Bayou water flows.
Human remains sleep deeply…
Hidden detritus.
Flickering flames warm…
Or at least at first they do…
Fire can cauterize.
Is it the warm air?
No, it’s men’s breath exhaling…
Need a cooling breeze.
The stench of death chokes…
Sweat…body fluids…and…………blood!
Hate has a stench too.
Don’t listen to pain
Don’t hear it agonize… but…
Hearing won’t listen.
All nature senses
Evil has been here tonight
Attacking its soul.
kate17
Not in vain
If one child remains unbroken
‘Cause of secrets we have spoken,
All the terror and all the pain
Will not have been endured in vain.
We live in nightmares not in dreams.
Now listen to our silent screams.
They come from deep in the abyss
‘Cause we were touched by evil’s kiss.
The void is filled with all the tears
And all the screams no one hears.
Yet we can hear from deep inside
‘Cause we’re the ones who cannot hide.
We try! We try! To hide; to run.
Can’t get away ‘cause they’re not done.
How can they break us any more?
They stole our soul and killed our core.
So why stay quiet? Why not speak?
Because they think they made us weak?
They broke us o’er and o’er again,
But there is a way we can win!
Tell everyone what they have done
And we will finally have won!
So if one child remains unbroken
‘Cause of secrets we have spoken
All the terror and all the pain
Will not have been endured in vain.
kate17
a specimen
Nothing but a specimen…
shattered
…battered
……tattered
………splattered
An object to be used…
We’re nothing that ever mattered.
Pin us on the altar as if a specimen on a board…
Assign a number…
experiment on our mind…
dissect our innocence…
shattering us beyond repair…
An object to be used…
We’re nothing that ever mattered.
Pins hold us in place made out of…
words…
men…
blood…
terror…
An object to be used…
We’re nothing that ever mattered
Killed so many ways long ago…why haven’t we…
disintegrated…
disappeared…
evaporated…
apparated…
An object to be used…
We’re nothing that ever mattered.
Because the torture done to us caused us to be…
dissociated…
de-winged…
separated…
puzzle pieces…
An object to be used…
We’re nothing that ever mattered.
How can we integrate such a damaged…
butterfly…
little girl…
woman child…
faery dreamer…
An object to be used…
We’re nothing that ever mattered.
Nothing but a specimen…
an object for their use…
we’re nothing that ever mattered.
kellen (7)
waiting
waiting…
terror winds in and out of my days and nights
like a bullwhip leaving an unending trail
of bloody stripes on our soul where no one can see them
and we are living and dying with the pain of our life
waiting for our death…
kate/kellen&co
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