Things have gotten dark for me since we first shared a drink, things I didn’t know i had forgotten now I think.
Things that I had pushed away to places I thought lost, things that I thought buried but have always had a cost.
Things that come to haunt me when it’s dark and I am alone, things that take me to a place which feels so far from home.
Things that they have done to me, things they made me feel.
Things that made me small and scared, these things I wished weren’t real.
But wishing doesn’t matter when I am lying in my bed, and things they circle round my room and trap me in my head.
But things they cannot beat me though I feel how hard they try. The things that think they’re winning when they see me shake and cry.
For they are only things now and these things belong to me, the things of pain, the things of shame, the things of misery.
These things of trauma I will own, yes I will fight and win. These things will not define me but be part of who I’ve been.
And who I’ll be tomorrow? Well the things don’t get a say. I do not fear tomorrow, I am me, and me I’ll stay.