Self

It happened in slow motion, over a decade I danced with shame as if we were past lovers.

Reminding myself to let the light in on my new stitched together self esteem.

I overcame who I used to be.

“You’ll kill off a whole cast” In your lifetime someone told me.

Change until you absolutely have nothing left to become, wash your hands of the outside love.

Keep it in your lungs for when you forget how to breathe because you will.

There is no antidote to the longing of lost causes.

A line you have to draw between yourself and suffering.