12/7/2023 Our Stories

Because of my past- my stories

I have this constant drive to prove to others… and myself

That I can overcome

It’s this reflex to prove that I am made of steel

I’ve spent a lot of time running away from these stories

And locking away the ones I can’t seem to outrun…

As I become more integrated, I struggle accepting reality

Fearing I won’t be believed

Fearing I will be believed

As I shift the weight of them…

It becomes more apparent that these stories do in fact make me harder to relate to

A feeling, I can’t outrun

I seek escape in art, in thought

Striving to find the humor or the light of darkness

I’m called to his words

I suppose there’s a part of me that knows there is comfort and safety in his words

I’m called to a random date

The mirror I find in the timeline leads me to seek another escape…

For a split second I become aware of how quickly he can find me

He has inevitably infected me