I took myself away to heal.
All communication seized.
I didn’t need the daily reminders
of why I was never good enough
for them or how I should’ve
handled things differently
then perhaps I would’ve
had a happier ending.
I needed to mute those voices
on the other line telling me
to “get over it” when no one was there
to protect me from the slaughterhouse.
I needed to be alone with myself.
To find my voice.
To remind myself to live.
I didn’t need to prove or compare
myself to anyone to feel hopeful.