Lost Shadow

A poem about our stuggle with my girlfriends DID (dissociative identity disorder, aka multiple personalities)

On the nights you lost your shadow…

These nights made us.

A million times over, I would do it thus…

I wrote you plays & songs & stories

The origin of storytime, as it were.

For me they weren’t in-length, shorties 

But I know, for you ‘twas only a blur.

Peter Pan needed Wendy to mend his shadow with stitches

It does what it wants while her body twitches

Writhing, reeling, & losing control, doth the perilous fight

Hang on, hold fast, carry on; I think she just might

‘Twasn’t you, but your shadow I had gotten that night

‘Lest we forget the pen be mightier than the sword

Stories can be tools, sometimes weapons in their own right

Oh how I wish you could bail, just pull a ripcord

Your face, became his face, appeared stricken with blight

I was, am, always your Wendy, shall be writ in our lore

Sometimes it got lonely, storytime for just me

But I knew you were there, underneath acts of gore

I knew you were listening, despite lack of glee

From whence the host-woman cometh?

She’s trapped, in Neverland, with the other lost boys

Stuck ringing round the deafening monolith

Inside, on the nicest of days, without any toys

Only your shadows, D.I.D. come out

To toy with me, I had no doubt

Oh how lonesome sometimes it could be

To lay alone, below, beneath hopes tree

I know ‘twas  harder for you than it was for me

[Act III]: Let's rejoice; together at last, for now, she is free

I made this for you, watch, look, enjoy, can’t you see?

Please, oh please, stay awake for just one more soliloquy.

It’s the one where Peter struggles with his masculinity.

Oh please, just this time, can Wendy be your identity?

At least just for Act III?

Captain Hook is what it nearly took.

To coax you back, my sweet lovely cook.

Recollecting the lore, begins our own story book.

It’s a love story, you know, so don’t second look.

I can’t wish to forget, so I write them all here.

Lucky for you some memories, they’ll jettison.

Thank you for reading & lending your ear.

But that’s when stories were just medicine.

Author's Note

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