I really am tired of crying about this shit. I want to and I need to move forward. I have said I will let it go but it will always be a part of me. I cant let go, letting go implies it is no longer a part of my story. This is my story and I will tell it as “my” truth.
The journey of this book has been a whole lot more than a few poems on numbered pages. This book is my life. The tracks of tears are written on my heart and my blood beats every word as I plead for healing. Each letter a desire to be free from the past. I have stopped running, and hiding behind lovers. No more denial cloaked with distractions.
I am more than a survivor and I am not my pain. I am fortunate enough to tell a story of triumph. I am here. I am love. I am me.