by Kasey Drake
Sunday, January 13, 2002
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>>I wrote this poem to my therapist about how difficult it is to come out from behind dissociative walls and see the world as safe.>>
No matter what you say or do,
I canít see the world the same as you.
I know youíre right, and I try not to fight,
but the world I see has a vicious bite.
To you its all simple and easy to do.
For me itís a ghost I donít want to pursue.
Talk all you want, and say what you will.
I donít like the view from my windowsill.
The Great Escape so long ago tried.
Soldier, missing in action, now empty inside.
Fence built around her, gate locked from inside.
Afraid of herself, girl continues to hide.
She hears a voice through thickly built walls.
Disregarding destruction, you continually call.
Your eyes, your soul, peer into her cage.
Will you be a safe target for her infinite rage?
So many conflicts, soldiers protecting.
Walls built for reasons, no one defecting.
The battle is over, yet the mind wanders on,
Inspecting a ghostland that was once a war zone.
Itís not that I donít believe you, I do.
But I canít see the world the same as you.