It Aint

Pain, confusion, lost…

Head hurts…not quite as much as the heart…

Do you remember where it is anymore…?

Solace in knowing you are safe…


Pinch myself…


It hurts to breathe…

Oh this is not me…mine…

Hate someone forced me to carry.

Their thoughts, their lies, their misconceptions.

Damage control.

I am not damaged, broken, not needing repair.

That is your view and it is not reality.

It exists in that space between your ears.

And that is created from what is taken in.

This aint me.

Do I fear the return to me…?


~ by HopeGlenn on December 9, 2016.

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