I am a member of a site for survivors of traumatic childhoods, there are a lot of people on there with DID. There is a section for members to post poems and things they have written. This poem was posted and I love the way it is written. I have posted it on here to remind me that my alters are here to help me and have helped save my life. I am grateful.
Don't Cry, Angel
Don't cry, Angel,
We are ever near.
We hold the pain you feel inside.
We know you're full of fear.
But listen to me, little one,
Hear the words I say.
After the darkest, blackest night
Always comes the day.
Together we can get through this.
Hand-in-hand we will survive.
Don't look at us as monsters.
We are what kept you alive.
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