i am healing
a poem of reminder (to myself)
I don't cry in public; I barely get to the point where sadness chokes me and steals the breath from my lungs.
I don't tell people everything about me; I like having parts of me hidden away behind brick walls and barbed wire.
I don't talk about my invisible ailments; Doing so creates another face in the crowd morphed only for pity.
I don't tell the whole truth; I hide the cracks and soften the edges for them because they couldn't handle it.
I have allowed myself to become a persona, a mask, a facade. And I have been growing weary the longer I live.
So now, I allow my darkness to breathe in the presence of one I know understands. They are like me; they hide so much behind their smile.
I find comfort in them and hope they find comfort in me. But as I tell them about my truth, I realize this:
I am not as broken as I thought I was. Not anymore.
I am still damaged and trauma-burdened and war-torn. And the fact I can say it out loud to one person and now thousands,
Even under the guise of a pseudonym,
That tells me I am healing. The fact that I wrote and released a book filled with the most vulnerable parts of myself
That tells me I am healing. The fact I can talk about the parts that squeeze my lungs and make me shake without doing either
That tells me I am healing. The fact that I identify as a survivor and not a victim
That tells me I am healing. The fact that I am here, alive and living.
That tells me I am healing.
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About the Creator
Alexandria Stanwyck
My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
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