Time To Heal

I took myself away to recuperate.
All communication seized.
I didn’t need the daily reminders
of why I was never good enough
for them or how I should have
managed things differently
then perhaps I would have had a happier life.

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 alone time with myself,
to uncover my voice, to encourage myself to live.
I didn’t need to confirm or compare
myself to anyone to feel good about myself.
But I still tried to validate my worth with their opinions.