How far down will I go before I learn how to say no? How high will my anger rise before I give up all the lies? Will everything stay inside or will I ever reach out and confide?
I find safety in staying broken as if my life isn’t worth the token. It’s an elaborate illusion designed to create confusion, made by the brilliance of my mind that I hoped to never find.
But I found it nonetheless in the depths of my ambivalence. The truth stings much more when it comes from the core. I struggle with my own relationship as I begin to take ownership.
Does it require a lack of concern in order to finally learn? There must be a good reason for experiencing this cold season. Maybe those who stumble were never meant to crumble?