Twice
Sometimes, we get broken.
Other times, we are crushed.
I was both and I knew.
3 nights ago, I took my bags and
I went to another town.
I wasn’t just looking for love or life.
I was going to get answers.
I can hear the voice of my lover.
“Babe, we can fix this, trust me”.
It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him.
I wasn’t leaving because I lost my trust in him.
I was going because I didn’t have any in myself.
I can’t stay with you. I can’t
I told him as I picked up my luggage.
It felt like baggages. They were baggages.
How do I tell him that I still cry in the restroom?
Maybe he knows.
But I couldn’t keep saying I wasn’t healed.
27 years has passed since I was forcefully raped. Maybe I didn’t take my time.
I was living in denial.
I was hoping my grief would pass.
When I married him, I was happy.
But my heart has broken pieces I never took time to put together.
So, I would cry until my life looks like it’s coming together.
And I would hold him until I fall asleep.
But I wanted to know what life was without the tears and panics.
I wanted to know what it would feel like if I wasn’t sacred he’d leave and l’d be more broken.
I don’t know if I wanted him to be there when I get back.
But I knew everyday that went by, I had questions that I never took time to find answers to.
And as I arrived in this town,
I crashed on the floor and cried my eyes out.
Why did it take so long?
I said almost ripping myself apart.
Why?
I knew that I had my bones out,
I kept using my lover’s flesh to cover up.
And as I wept, I remembered the night I
Was violated.
In my head, it’s been 17 years since I visited the full memory.
I’ve been running.
I was broken
I was crushed.
I never took at time to get answers.
I was running because I couldn’t face it.
I don’t know how long it would take out here. I hope my lovers knows I am sorry.
I just get tired of twice the pain.
I will come home but I don’t know when.
When I do, I will be whole.
Then we can have a night without tears.
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