Speaking the language of pain,
of neglect;
longing to be accepted and loved.
Fighting this battle has become a pastime,
Engaging in scenarios that trigger fears, anxieties, insecurities.
Throwing herself into the mix with dysfunctional characters
who can’t get past their silly egos;
their fragile self-perceptions.
But you know, maybe it’s her,
Maybe it’s because she’s broken.
A new neighborhood
where my new home is
where I live my new life
with my old brain
that stores memories
of a life that can’t be escaped
Evershifting,
which version of myself will I be today?
pulling on pieces,
arranging them to fit the narrative
I wish to create for myself
Relocate,
keeping yourself intact is always the hardest part.
Pic taken by me in Baltimore, Maryland.
