Dissociation was always my key move
I could leave the room without ever leaving you
I could look away from what I didn’t want to see
I could reflect you without you ever seeing me
Words streaming from my lips but I could not speak my pain
I hid it beneath the stories like tears falling in the rain
In the echoes of my silence you read as selfish chatter
Was the remnants of a violence I pretended did not matter
I could smile with the best of them -- all the while, my soul is screaming
Waiting for the day to come when I don’t (have to) survive by dreaming.
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Crystal Jackson
Crystal Jackson is a former therapist turned author. Her work has been featured on Medium, Elite Daily, NewsBreak, Your Tango, and The Good Men Project. She is the author of the Heart of Madison series and 3 volumes of poetry.
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