She put me in a room.
I was finally alone.
Like I wanted to be.
But I realized this isn't what I wanted.
I wanted to be surrounded,
By the people who loved me.
I wanted to fight outside of this room.
I wanted to be able to breathe.
Seventy-two hours
Turned into a hundred and sixty-eight.
Seven days.
A week.
Seven days,
And I was trapped with my thoughts.
Seven days to make one feel weak.
With doctors prodding me with questions.
And classes.
And people not familiar to me.
Who changed my perspective on life.
Who changed me.
All the people,
Who helped raise this new me.
A hundred and sixty-eight hours.
I spent learning about me.
And why I did what I did to me.
I learned about a lot of people.
Stories and people,
Who I will always hold dear to me.
Who had it worst than me.
But made me feel accepted.
Like we were in this together.
I spent a hundred and sixty-eight hours, Reflecting on my life.
Locked in a room,
Being told when to eat,
When to sleep,
When to speak.
I was forced into classes.
And rehab programs.
And a lot of things I would have never,
Been comfortable doing.
But I wasn't trapped.
For once I didn't feel alone.
Surrounded by people,
Who were just like me.
Who told me,
They didn't know how to breathe.
And I never knew,
I needed to be in this environment,
In this moment with these people.
Seventy-two hours turned into a hundred and sixty-eight.
Seven days.
Seven days of reflecting.
Of finally feeling like me.
I restarted time,
Every time I couldn't breathe.
I spent a hundred and sixty-eight hours,
Realizing that time didn't exist.
What existed was me.
And what I did with the time given to me,
Was what mattered.
If I ended me,
Time would still continue.
That minute would still restart without me.
Now I see that time,
Is not relevant to me.
I was not running out of time.
I'm was running out of me.
And now I can feel me.
The real me.
The only thing I can feel that's real is me.
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Poésie• 2017 Her feelings took Her to unfamiliar places. She would never forget. Her mind was racing. Her heart was telling Her no. But She had to escape. She had to end this. Or else there would be no one left to tell this story. So She did what She ha...
