Erin Michelle Smith

Personal life story including childhood trauma, DiD, recovery and everything in between.

The Light

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This poem contains themes of childhood trauma. For context – see below

I am warm I am bright I hum soft yellow into the night Little wings find me They tickle and hum Buzz-buzz circles my glowing sun Soft wind wings hello-goodnight tiny friends in my light Not like that noise Not like her sound Wet, broken, pulling at my hum Far on the ground I don't walk I don't sway I stay where I'm put I stay A girl cries below I don't look long I am light on a tall, strong pole The car rocks I do not It moves and moves I stay a dot I spill on windows I skip on glass I bounce and glow as moments pass Tears spill on a seat I can not reach Her dangling feet Her tiny hands holding on Far above me He is safe Flying through space Quiet calm forgetting about me I am a light on a pole Warm and fuzzy With my friends The bugs buzzing
Erin Michelle Smith December 2025
[Context available here] This poem is about one of the nights (there were more than a few) my neighbor needed my "help" - I was eight years old. I didn't know at the time, but he was an addict and needed more drugs. He told me that he was sick and was going to the doctor. When we got there, he didn't have money for his medicine and that's where my "help" came in - letting his drug dealer have sex with me as payment. This took place late at night in a parking lot of a building where I think he use to work. My neighbor sitting in the driver's seat right in front of me getting high or what ever... and me bent over the passenger seat with the door opened and the drug dealer behind me doing his thing. I thought he loved me. I thought I was special. This didn't feel like that. Aaron had long escaped, into his safety spot - imagining himself flying through space completely alone and untouchable. Samantha was left there to deal with the moment. She, trying to escape as well, imagined what it would be like to be a light on the one and only light pole in the parking lot. Humming, warm, soft light high above everything going on, with her friends flying all around.