Thinking of Zillah and Dizzy and the Den. Hope you're all doing well. Thank you all for supporting me.
"They come again and again. Circling, vulturing, venturing into me."
I break into bits too readily,
forgetting who I am,
willing to undo me, my work.
I build myself. They break me apart.
I ache remembering.
Their golden halo extends just beyond my reach. Not good enough again. Broken. Dismissed. Different.
Again I forget who I am,
accepting blame as the wrong one,
saving the situation,
scapegoating all too easily.
Was there another option?
Communicate? Saying what? How? Why?
Slowly, I remember to breathe and feel.
Bit by bit I remember me.
Smiling, I breathe fully freely happily.