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.