Cheryl Reeves Writing – from my shelves of journals
Sharing from my many shelves of journals. The mostly biographical poetry and writing of an Australian Christian woman living with schizoaffective disorder.
Alone With Me Cas Reeves 2004 I love to be alone with me, I am my best of friends. I buy myself the greatest gifts, I know just what I like. Myself and I have perfect taste And share sweet sympathies. Our dreams and hopes are so in tune, We understand each other. We’re never bored or overwhelmed By all we ask the other. When tired we sleep. Awake we work, And study, read and play. I hope tomorrow I can share With myself another day.
DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) Cas Reeves 2019 She broke in two, then four, then six, So with her shell There was seven in her Hell. To give words written To past bees bitten Seems unforgivable, Insane, Or a narcissistic revelation of pain. Fat caterpillars eating milkweed And drinking pink Nesquik. Say to 3: It’s okay the rabbits are all eaten. No hawk will swoop down and pull your belly out. God will not tear you apart. The fog of drugs, The weight of chemicals, Medication like a thousand sinkers Weighing down body and brain. To move is pain and sadness. To live is effort and defeat. Alone in my crowded mind To live again? Impossible. Branded, labelled insane. I am a broken butterfly. No wings, no symmetry, No dancing in the breeze. Drugged, doped, imprisoned Destroyed, decimated, detained by drugs. Straitjacketed by Lithium and Seroquel. I name my captors. 3 cries, Gun screams, Snow reasons while Red rages Imp is so broken she cannot dance now, And Mumma barely breathes I pray, God, somehow, somehow?
Darkside Cas Reeves 2004 You've got a dark side, And it's always there And you're walking the line Between Heaven and Hell. You're running, and you're hiding And you're living in the dark. So close to God Yet warped in my soul. Laying exposed in the dark Mind is going crazy And the brain is doing twirls. Loving God and flying to his arms, Rescue me, oh rescue me from myself. Cannot walk and cannot talk And cannot see the light. So alone, Hoping and I'm dreaming, And I'm empty, and I'm full. I've got a dark side And it's beautiful and broken But it frightens even me.
Cheryl Reeves Writing - from my shelves of journals 