Dissociation feels like my head is stuffed with cotton and I can’t hear right.
Like trying to have a conversation under water.
Muffled. Blurry. Both heavy and floaty. Maze of mirrors, rolling floors.
Everything bounces off. Nothing penetrates.
Even when I think I feel something, I can’t remember it later on.
I can’t land.
Unable to grasp life. Like water through your fingers, or sand through the hour glass.
Carried along by the current, the shore coming in and out of focus.
Numb
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I understand this is a poem, however i am left a bit confused because the writters first word is “ dissociation”. My understanding of dissociation is that “ disconnection from physical and emotional experiences.” maybe you could clarify this for me please and thank you!
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