A happy poem.
Breathable
What do I want? What do I want to be?
Finally there is enough room, finally I can ask myself such questions, welcome to living.
Welcome to choices and autonomy. Welcome to being unrestricted.
You see for so much of my life I was bruised, I had no choice but to be black and blue. No one noticed, and when they did I was the black sheep.
I'll peel back the layers of paint. I'll find the pieces and fix them with gold.
He didn't break me, he could have, but I didn't let him. The scars are red and raised, he changed me, but I have a sense that if I made it through him I am unshakable.
I see his touch linger. I am afraid of my attractions, as if loving someone is the same as what he did to me. I have a fractured mind. I may never be able to share a bed with someone. But I made it.
I made it to days without thinking of him. I made it to tell my story without my voice shaking.
What he did to me was ugly, but it is nothing but a story now.
Welcome to breathing, welcome to living, welcome home.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely October
PoetryThis poetry book was written having multiple narratives, lots of happiness and healing, lots of aching and low points. I choose the title "sincerely October" to capture being authentic.
