Dissociation

 

I see myself, and I see myself seeing myself;
Trapped in an infinite regress.
Triggered.
I don’t know what I am,
Other than, that I am the ‘other’.
Separated.
I sit in the eye of the storm,
Enjoying the false calm.
Rumination.
Picking the poison to escape my mind;
My father’s curse, passed down to me.
Stoned.
I should lean towards hope,
Look to the light.
Futility.
These words have no meaning,
I am incapable of giving them any.
Numb.
No happy ending, no fresh beginning;
Just nothingness.
Life.


This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’

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Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is an intuitive coach and counselor. He helps entrepreneurs, spiritualists, and survivors navigate dark nights of the soul and find peace, helping them take themselves from surviving to passionately thriving using tips, tools, and techniques that enable them to process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose. He is a qualified teacher, meditation instructor, personal trainer, Reiki master, and is currently studying a Master of Counseling.

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