Thoughts about life

 

I can only be abused if I stay

In the same place

The same patterns 

The same mindset

Whose hand had a play in the terror and brokenness? 

His, and I made some choices,

With consequence;

I’m saying 

My role in it now

Is to take it in my hands and knead it,

The patterns;

Fold it over upon itself fifty times,

The mindset;

Understand it

Put it down

And let it

Rest

Raising something good

From the process

Of growing