The journey to self-healing can
be tough like nails that were
hammered into a concrete wall.
Norms you adjusted to?
You must leave behind and never practice again.
Change can be scary like missing a
dozen phone calls from your mom.
Once you call her back—
Yeah, yeah…
she’s not going to be too pleased with you.
Stepping from out your comfort zone
can also trigger the flight or fight response.
Do I take flight when I see a group of stunning
women that have such loose, refined hair and
well-defined bodies—
switching in their walks as their luxury designer
bags follow them?
Or do I fight when someone challenges my beliefs—
attacking my viewpoints like a pack of hungry wolves
making a skin-and-bone hammock of its prey
after they get through with mauling it alive?
Regardless of my senses, I must keep myself content.
One slight error in my demeanor—
can cause me to make a critical mistake.
I’ll get set back on the social hierarchy
Not only that, but—
these inner demons named retaliation and malice—
will show their faces.
So many feelings that I kept condensed—
sadness, rage, embarrassment, ignorance
impatience, insensitivity,
egoism, obsession, and pity—
will blow up in everyone’s faces
like landmines on war grounds.
So many whims I’ve never acted on—
such as unsaid words, cruel things I desired to do to
those who wronged me—
they will arise from the ashes to become alive.
I cannot let that happen.
I don’t want to go back to that dark place
Please, please, no.
I will not go back to that place
I will not go back to that place
I will not go back to that place!
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