I remember a time,
distant now,
when I was pressured
to soften my presence,
to edit myself down
for someone else’s comfort.
I learned to divide,
one self acceptable,
one self hidden.
The split was suffocating,
the pressure of his control
settling heavy in my chest.
Caught at a crossroads,
weighing silence
against survival.
Then
clarity.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just a steady light
that showed me
what I already knew.
The chains were never mine.
And when I stepped forward,
they fell.
Now I walk
across their broken remains,
not floating,
not escaping,
but free.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
I remember a time,
distant now,
when I was pressured
to soften my presence,
to edit myself down
for someone else’s comfort.
I learned to divide,
one self acceptable,
one self hidden.
The split was suffocating,
the pressure of his control
settling heavy in my chest.
Caught at a crossroads,
weighing silence
against survival.
Then
clarity.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just a steady light
that showed me
what I already knew.
The chains were never mine.
And when I stepped forward,
they fell.
Now I walk
across their broken remains,
not floating,
not escaping,
but free.
3/3/2026
