Who’s there?

Getting here

Trying find words that relate to other words to form a cohesive sentence

Trying to find me in words, sentences, in context

Where do I even start? Am I the sum of my trauma? The wealth of my knowledge or just a product discarded?

It’s unsettling to just be here and still not be able to find myself. Do I need to know? Can I defy definition?

I can’t wrap pieces of me into convenient packages to be carried and stored when not in use. All of me is all over. Spilling over, into the darkest depths and climbing the walls, hand over hand. Staring down mountains that dare me to fall. Apart.

Who am I when no one is watching, waiting, expecting. When the show is over was it all just a character study?

Maybe it’s ok to be a different me each day of the week, to change with the weather and cross the globe like the stars.

Published by E or Ms. Lioness

Poet, survivor and thriver. Neurodivergent and not afraid to show it. Mental health advocate, trauma survivor, Dx: Depression, anxiety, panic, C-PTSD, ADHD and there is a very strong change I reside within a spectrum you may have heard of…. I accept that there is darkness in me. I accept that when you have experienced trauma, for much of your life, there is no escaping your dark side. I choose to be mostly good and I accept that the good and bad is all mine.

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