dip

Something about coming home always feels like dying

Less of a rebirth than a regression

Finding myself back in parts of myself I forgot

Less of a retreat than a confession

Hiding from the version of me

Face down on the basement floor

Overwhelmed but wanting more

Tired of repeating stories I may never have fit in

Every time I turn a page I find a thicker wall

Yet another monster to keep caged in

I forgot the plot to my own memoires

Motherhood too red to rest my head in

I thought I could alchemize our battle scars

Into something that was worth remembering

Making sense of chaos theory

Only to be called a fool

Maybe I'm the one to blame

For believing that I left my heart back here with her

Each time I turn back I feel it step outside of me

To sit by the window waiting for me to return