I sat there like a museum of moments, a mosaic of emotions as she dissected my personas and did an autopsy of my past.
Memories climbed my spine from the forgotten attics in my heart with every question, she asked.
But my tongue was a drought and my voice box was a rust box, as the child in me was bullied into quietude.
My edgy, messy and raw memories molded my perception, rewrote my interpretation and deepened my experience.
There was underlying vengeance as the layers of fabricated scabs were scrapped to disclose the deeply entrenched, tender emotional scars.
As the present, struck a cord my limbs would turn into cement as the echo would bring me back to the endless street of time and I would be dragged through open wounds within me.
The pain would seep in the nooks and crannies of my soul. At every jibe and remark one more part of my flesh would be chiseled away.
The sky would join in my sorrow as the clouds gathered like sheep summoned by a shepherd and then we would begin to weep our unresolved issues onto tissues.
I revisited the bathrooms that became sanctuary in high school with its gossip soaked walls and tear-stained countertops.
I dream of the people that have lost their way in my memory; a fabrication of nostalgia. But the tranquility of waves, canβt even erase the memories of their wrongdoings.
My past engraved itself into my muscle memory ingrained its teachings and matured my sensibility.
The dim shadows that would creep And the blues that I would pour are becoming budding flowers in my chest.
Weaving from the same web I was entangled in building from the same sorrows I was drowning in.
I began connecting, understanding its stem stitching my memories.
I write for my younger self who felt silenced and erased by the world.
I shape all the tainted pieces of memories into art and paint shades of my past as each is soaked in a memory.
I craft subconscious relief, breathing memories into 6 alphabets that were strung into paragraphs, beginnings and end.
I reached out to corners to bring out sunrises and sunsets and reignite dying embers as I de-spell the damage that silently reverterbrates through generation.
I find home in my skin and love myself, whole; Shadows, crevice and all.