Resurfacing Rage

Release… my main concentration.

Letting go… an art form that takes practice to perfect, just like all the others.

Layer after layer.

I notice that there was no one else to blame but me.

Who said I needed anything that I piled on top of me?

Voices running rampant, in tones that I don’t want to recognize.

Reminding me of my past, of memories that I’m not sure that I want to belong to me.

I’ve increased the silence.

Deciphering between what I know, imagine and want to be true.

I see flashes of my future, my inner me.

I see more, yet less.

My enemies disguised as friends didn’t make the cut.

- A journal excerpt from 3/12/23