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Dissociation poem

No, I can’t come to play today
Daddy stole my soul away.
Last night as he lay on me
A little angel I did see.
Tears were running down her face
Swift she bore me from that place.
High above where angels fly
High up in the big blue sky.
Looking down I saw a bed
Out of which my soul had fled.

Originally written 1999

Hope Gordon15 April 2020child abuse, childhood trauma, dissociation, abuse dissociate, hope gordon, abuse coping

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