The body is a safe space.
Until it isn't.
I'm still trying to pick up the pieces.
Weak and tired.
Taking it one day at a time.
One step into the beyond.
Vulnerability takes its toll.
The physical and the psychological.
Entwined in a fight for normality.
I seek that safe space.
But the pieces are shattered.
And a fog enslaves my mind.
The body is a safe space.
Until it isn't.