My life has fallen apart countless times.
This numbness is fuzzy and familiar.
I lost more people in my life today.
But I am still here.
Truth is still truth.
It’s easier if everyone believes it.
But I guess we won’t do easy.
*
This.
It’s me. Us
We are now alone.
I am frightened to see what happens.
See who is really inside the people I love.
Up is down and down is up.
Truth may not be heard before I die.
So now we find a new way to move on.
To live our lives.
*
I'm sorry.
But, yes...
There are horrific life experiences,
-abandonment, abuse, and broken promises-
that enable some of us by rote
To stuff this horror down deep
While we continue to move our body around.
It's how we've always survived.
You got this.
We got this.
Later: we'll find a better way.
Do what works.
For now.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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