Let’s Make it Beautiful

Something I’d tell myself before I would disappear. Before I’d swallow the weight, unload, making it smooth, and call it poetry.

How I survived back then — turning sorrow into something soft enough to carry.

I won’t leave this time, I’m seen

This time, I won’t keep quiet

This time, I won’t turn your chaos into my art to keep the peace.

When I do speak, it’s anchoring not attacking

I can express the ways I’ve been dismissed or put on display

I’m not dramatic, I’m honest.

WHEN I TELL YOU THAT YOUR PATTERNS PUSH ME TO THE EDGE, ITS NOT A GUILT TRIP — ITS A LIFELINE.

My history with darkness, I’ve met alone

I will not lose myself in someone else

Call this Clarify, not cruelty.

…(To be continued)