Begin Again

It starts in the heart. It bubbles and boils and spreads. Here we are, stranger. Another confession, another moment of oversharing because it felt right. This feels right too. Suffocating because of judgements. These silly little things. Always running around in circles, tempting us to escape ourselves. We’re not confident. Our gut feelings deceive us. We’re angry because we can’t stick up for ourselves. Because a lover has broken us only for us to realize we broke ourselves. This is a new beginning. The past has to swarm around our homes so that we can move on.

I shared with you something delicate that I kept between my palms. I wonder how you took it. Silence builds pressure. Silence causes doubts. It’s powerful. So is being alone. I’m free, don’t you see? I can soar through every soul, leave a trail of invisibility, and fly right back into the womb. I’ve left you an unpleasant environment to savor. My voice rises and falls as you rest. This was right. That was wrong. This is fair. T…