I was faithful to a narrative I never wanted to live….
But I hate that I was loyal to it.
So many years and lifetimes lost to a story where I was a prisoner.
My hesitation in writing a new story…
Comes from the fear of letting go…
For I knew this story well….
But I guess…
To stop being helpless…
You must write a story where you are no longer the victim.
How to be faithful to my heart and my love.
But it’s difficult when doing such…
In the past would have been the end of me.
I have to be brave now.
At a time.