I found myself getting lost again.
Not because of a person or people, but because of me.
I found myself squaring up to the hardest trait to be angry with
giving, helping and loving too much.
I’d given too much to too many,
In so doing,
I had walked a little too far from myself.
I was there burning again,
trapped in the prison of my own decisions.
“I was there burning again,
@tozandothersaltywords
trapped in the prison of my own decisions.”
I’d forgotten to keep loving me
To keep myself safe.
And I was at breaking point
nostril above water, struggling to find a way back to myself that wouldn’t cause a collosal explosion.
“…nostril above water, struggling to find a way back to myself that wouldn’t cause a collosal explosion.”
@tozandothersaltywords
And as I stared hard at my reflection,
got angry, screamed and cried once more,
I remembered all the things I need to make me me.
And I had not done one of them in months.
I had to sit with myself, breathe deeply into myself
ground my body and soul to be able to remind myself.
They all survived without me before,
No matter how important I was in my story
Their’s would all still survive without me.
“No matter how important I was in my story
@tozandothersaltywords
Their’s would all still survive without me.”
I walked back to myself in that moment
Looking sheepish I smiled apologetically.
I embraced myself with all that love
And I cried with relief
Knowing once more
I was safe.
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