We Are One, We Are Many

But I’m questioning things

That seem to slip through rings

Not like monkeys jumping through hoops at the circus

But memories slipping from alter to alter.

But they aren’t slipping at all

It’s not the flow of blood pouring down a glass of rocks

It’s being co conscious

It’s not knowing who you are and accidentally sharing a memory

One that the host could have lived without

One that impedes on your life

One that makes you certain that what happened was wrong

And then another slips through

And your no longer so certain cause it wasn’t always bad

And you aren’t traumtised enough

Your situation wasn’t bad enough

Your trauma isn’t valid enough

Will it ever be enough?

Will you ever be enough?

And logically you know that’s not a fair question

The others scream at you to not listen

Even when their own mind has that voice playing

But we are not useless pieces

We are not a sum of our parts

We our individuals formed out of need

Individuals that deserve to live

Individuals who will let no man, woman, or being on earth put us through that again

We are strong

We are one

We are many.

However lately, I don’t know if I’m only one and I’m making it up

That the people in my head, that have memories I don’t

Are just imaginary

I don’t know

But I do know,

We are one

And We are many

However that came to be,

We are many