perched on a Pony
Mommy holds you up:
your curly blond hair
almost transparent
that bright November
day. The image
disintegrates;
nothing left
but the memory
of your sunlit
face
but it seems
I’ve
lost that too.
There is always
more to lose.
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There is a sorrowful beauty in these words…I love the pic as well 🙂
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Thank you. If I’ve turned the sorrow into beauty I achieved my goal. Thank you for the visit. 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.
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You wouldnt think an empty tank could still be robbed and yet it can be.
Beautifully and painfully captured here
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Thank you! This was tough for me to write. This is the first Christmas without my Sister. I miss her.
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Oh how terribly sad for you. I felt the ache as I read it. I’m sorry for your loss
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She was my Sister and my only sibling. We had mixed feelings about each other: she preferred to pretend that we weren’t abused and I just couldn’t. For all of that, I loved her. Thank you for leaving such a supportive comment.
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My twin brother refused to acknowledge the abuse too. It was and still is painful.
But it seems you two still felt love. That loss is felt deeply
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Awesome Robert, draws a perfect image. Would you reblog? Thanks. M
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Thanks Melinda. I sure will!
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I miss not getting more of your work. Is cutting back on reblog part of you overall 3 days a week plan? I can see you have a hard time keeping it to 3 days. To much creativity in your head. Hugs.
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The primary symptoms of my are DID loss of time and memory gaps. A gap in memory is not the same as forgetting. It’s more like not knowing. Different alternates do different things. One alternate writes about politics and another alternate writes poems. Neither of those alternates is aware of what the other has done. One alternate makes abstracts and a another one takes nature shots. Those two don’t know each other either. Different alternates interact with different people on different social networks. I may have one or two alternates who know about the survivor’s network but most of us don’t know. We log into wordpress, write a post or post a photo, respond to comments then ‘switch’ to something else.
Sometimes the switch happens in the middle of a comment; I never know.
It’s confusing to have and difficult to understand. I have not cut back on re-blogging my work; most
of the time, I just don’t remember.
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Thanks for explaining, understanding always help. Hugs.
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For me the biggest gap is not knowing what all of me looks like because we don’t recognize each other as part of the same person.
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I like all of you!
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Thanks Melinda! I appreciate your kindness and support. One day I hope to know who all of me is.
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What a blessing that would be. You manage your illness with iron strength. Happy Holidays. Sending wishes for health, happiness, safety and a heart full of joy.
M
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One of the reasons I’m so reluctant to meet people in person is that I worry about how the DID looks in person. When Bobby comes out on the blog it’s easy to imagine that you’re dealing with a young person, but I don’t know how it looks in real life, though my partner says it’s charming. But many obnoxious things can seem charming to someone who loves you! 🙂
Thanks for the good wishes!
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Thanks for sharing, what a challenge you face.
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Yes. It’s a challenge. But we find ways to endure. 🙂
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You do more than endure, you lead! 🙂
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Or at least try to set a good example. 🙂 Happy New Year Melinda!
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Thanks Robert. You set a great example for anyone who is serious about learning and finding support. Hugs. M
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Thank you, Melinda. That’s a great compliment. I’ve been feeling a little low so it came at the right time.
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🙂
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This looks like an aura photograph. Amazing!
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It’s based on a degraded scan of an old snapshot. My sister is maybe three and I’m
six. I wanted to process the image to have the quality of a fading memory, at least
as I experience them.
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You wanted to convey a fading memory but actually it appears like something that will always shine. That is touching, Robert!
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That’s a more hopeful view of the poem. I didn’t see it but it’s there. Very astute! Thanks Erika!
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A very profound thought!
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I lost my Sister in January. This is the first year she hasn’t been around for me to bug during the holidays. I miss her.
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I lost my wife on Boxing day, several years ago Xmas is not my favourite time of year.
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I’m sorry to hear about your loss. It’s hard to sit with grief in the midst of a global party.
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Oh yes, a painful truth…over the years we lose and lose again.
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Thank you for the visit and the comment, Paula. Those moments when we become aware of the loss are emotionally painful.
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Unfortunately its the reality of life, thank you for your sympathy!
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You’re welcome. Many of my loved one’s passed during the holidays. It can deepen ones sense of loss.
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