The Hurt
If anyone asks,
It was cold turkey
I exorcised my pain,
spoke the words,
sent it into the world
and out of me
I haven't touched
the stuff since
I wanted to quit
hot turkey
but apparently
that's not a thing
The world is coming
into focus now
Color stops me
in my tracks
Steady rain
is overwhelming
I don't remember
how to do this,
how to get out
of the way
It all feels new
and terrifying
My inner critic
is louder than ever
I'm just trying to find
my footing again,
to get steady,
to remember
a version of myself
before the hurt
-Brandon White
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