Remembering almost breaks me because some dragons won’t stay slain and the shadows will follow me forever. I remember the time I nearly lost myself. My heart was broken and my dreams abandoned me and I was disillusioned and I felt beautiful for the first time in my life looking at my face in a broken mirror by candlelight and I believed in happily ever after- I thought I'd never find mine, and I swore to myself in writing certain things... that I'll never say at all because I was lost and alone and crying in the dark with an open notebook I could pour me secrets to, and I remember when I lost my faith and when I wondered how God could be so cruel and why people keep so many secrets and how I could be so blind as to not know... I look at my hands and I see some of the scars on them and I'm glad I'm not naked or then I could see all my scars and know all the stories and lies to go with them and I know I'll never let go of what I was- because it's what I’m still becoming.
2007-12-15
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