I rise. Because breaking the silence breaks the cycle.
Words blanket the bleeding and feed your need to move again.
I was taken and forever changed.
I was relocated and never the same.
I’m unwinding my pain
and someday you will be
lost in the valley.
He leaned over my table looking at the seat next to me but never sitting. I didn’t invite him to, but I listened. I always listen.
But still my chest
heaves helplessly for air