you see I am holding on the best I can
but I don’t see you there extending
the hand that rubbed my body
and released it from pain
the hand you held out to me
has now changed
where it was smooth and healing
it is rough and cutting and cold
tearing my secrets apart
I have to take care of me
I was wrong to offer myself incomplete
I will go to make myself whole
but I know I wont need your hand anymore
I want and deserve more
I will never change you into what I need
you will forever let me chase and bleed
I am strong enough now
so go ahead take your bow
out of this, is what I need
if I am ever going to get back to me
I was born with what I need to take care of me
my biggest red flag should have been
“Baby, I want to take care of your every need.”
silly ole me
tired of the trickery
no longer able to see the difference
between me and we
again
here I am
with me
and I’ve learned the hard way
this is the safest place to be
ill be glad when I stop trying
to recreate what she
did to me when I was three
so off I go to therapy
by mozayik “the souls’ poet”
I am learning much about myself in therapy. I am looking at my patterns and why they are there. This therapy stuff is no joke if you really do the work.” I am doing my work” (in my Iyanla Vanzant voice). I go every Monday now since school started. I have not been able to really get into the Childhood Sexual Trauma therapy yet because I had to deal with my family crisis. My assignment this week is to take an event that was abusive and write about it. This is going to be hard because just talking about in therapy I started to hyperventilate, my heart started racing and I had pain in my chest. If this is what I need to do to stop repeating the same scenario in my life then I will do what needs to be done so I can have the healthiest relationships I can. Especially the one I have with self. I will keep y’all posted. I am finding my truth in therapy.