Not all stories start at the beginning,
I do not want to talk about the beginning anyway.
The beginning is irrelevant to who I am,
I am not defined by my beginning.
It is interesting when people change over time,
They change in ways you wouldn't expect.
Sometimes you feel nostalgic when they change,
But it feels nice to know that they are changing with you.
They change as life goes on.
My body has finished fearing over the past,
It seemed to have gotten bored of haunting me in quarantine.
I wonder who I am without my past,
But it's best I don't think about it.
After a decade into my life, it's time for my story to begin.
It doesn't begin at the beginning.
It begins when I want it to.
I write my story.
I define myself.
YOU ARE READING
When the Past Let Go of Me
PoetryA poem or two about healing from PTSD and wanting to start a new life. My PTSD won't completely go away, but my symptoms have been brought down to where I can enjoy life again. Even though I'm healing and don't want to remember it, I can't deny that...
