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Don't worry
They aren't gone forever
They were just taken
stolen by the mischievous creature that collects
lost things
He'll give them back
when he gets bored
or when you've given up on ever finding them again
He'll give them back
and you'll find them where you least expect
don't worry
Eternity
The fabric of reality twisted and torn
Healing and hurting woven in tight
Earth, beginning and end
Ruby gaze, caught in a trance
Everlasting Dream-state
All serene and lovely
Letting go and falling off
Challenge for World Poetry Day by Mrs. Timetable.

Challenge: acrostic for the word Ethereal with the word serene somewhere in it.

So much fun to do!
Once
One

Oblivious to the pain of the world
And of herself

The split
Began

When she could not handle
Her reality

One
Became
Three

But they were not done
These troubled souls
Mourned
Together
Held each other up

But it was not enough
They were
Helpless
Doomed to watch their cruel fate unfold

So three grew into five
Five
Different
The same
Whole
Divided

They thought they were done
Five is plenty
But 6
7?
Must be
Better

Safety in numbers
A motley family
Concealed inside a single
Body

Pain
And safety
Dissociation
And protection

We are a far cry from that little girl
Backstory because I’m confusing this entire website with my no context stories that look like the ramblings of an untreated schizophrenic.
This probably isn’t much better, but… whatever
I should have known
Is it finally over?
Living in fear
Of those I am supposed to trust
Breaking free of the cage
The latest prophesy reoccurring
I wondered what it meant
Could it just be a change in mindset?

Is it finally over?
Hiding who I truly am
Who WE truly are
Masking
Pretending
To be whole, to be one

Is it finally over?
Fearing we will have to hide forever
Wondering if anyone will ever believe us
Wondering if anyone will ever care

Was it a misunderstanding all along?
Were we isolating ourselves without reason
Believing it will be not different than the other times
Are they finally ready to listen?

Hope is a cruel thing
Please don’t hurt us again
Turns out we didn’t have to hide. They want to talk about it. I’m both petrified and elated. It’s not going to be like I hope it will. It never is. But we’re so, so tired of pretending
Liars
All of us
All the time
Everyone
Everything
Honesty
Is a beautiful luxury
And a tragic weakness
No one is as they seem
We all hide behind intricate masks
Carefully crafted
Rarely cracking
Concealing the truth that lies behind the eyes
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