12|20

I guess this is where it starts.

Or better yet this is where I’ve realized this

Is a process .

It’s been 5 months of freedom after 3 long years

Of pain and living a sold dream .

My heart weighs heavy tonight

Of grief while my mind is flustered with memories

5 months where I thought I could breathe again

Not realizing as the days pass my heart still grieves

And my mind is still overflowing with the painful yet beautiful memories.

Tonight. 12/20 at 11:13 pm I’m alone in my bed

With tears streaming down my warm cheeks

Realizing I’m not free just yet

As to this is still a process

where I need to grieve the abused me,

mourn a manipulative lover,

and wake up from a sold dream.

12|20, 11:13 p.m.