Trapped between two worlds.
A lesson to learn, a lesson unfolding.
This feels vaguely familiar.
Different but the same.
The truth stirs just below the surface.
I can see myself trying to suppress it
But it’s gaining momentum and has a life of its own.
Everything is different now.
I’m changing.
Again.
I feel myself resisting.
How much longer will I resist?
Torn between safety and the truth.
Between sadness and playing pretend.
I try not to hurt, but with my trying, I hurt.
Speak your truth.
Speak the truth.
Speak my truth.
It will all be okay.
It always is.
And so it is.
