DissociationA Poem by Krystal ThomasIn a pop-up book, I am the pop-up. The color is in the pages, But I find myself being ripped from the fibers attached to my veins that are supposed to keep me grounded into the paper, Grounded into my senses. Am I doing this right momma, Because I don’t feel good. Momma I don’t feel. In your grandma’s house, I am the crooked photo you couldn’t stand when you came over to chat. I think there was a mistake, Because that photo never seemed to balance out and I can’t seem to align myself with the earth’s axis. Balanced enough to hold on, But not enough to feel my heart beat. Am I doing this right momma, Because I feel like I’m gonna fall off. Momma I’m gonna fall. In presence, I am the absence. You knock on the door of my lifeless body to find that I am not home. I think the atoms that make up my soul are not moving quick enough to keep up with what it means to be alive. And you always told me that this isn’t a race, But I am far behind. Am I doing this right momma, Because I think I’m lost. Momma I can’t find myself. © 2016 Krystal ThomasReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 29, 2016 Last Updated on May 4, 2016 Tags: Dissociation, Depersonalization, Detachment AuthorKrystal ThomasLexington, KYAboutKrystal. 20. Junior at the University of Kentucky. Amateur writer. more..Writing
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