Sorrowful hope
Once in hiding life suddenly becomes complacent
Satisfactory.
However, the past always lingers in the shadows, waiting to pounce like a panther.
Ready to sink its sharp menacing teeth into me.
Even though I’ve experienced its wrath, it hurts anew every. Single. Time.
The truth exploded recently.
I am no longer in hiding.
People. Know.
My sister knows.
Old friends know.
New friends know.
This novel, intimate connection I now own with others is too much to bear.
Slowly strangling me from the inside out.
Gasping for air I instinctively pull away.
Controlling the destruction by means of punishment.
Lurking in the back, waiting for its turn, the little, hesitant hope I possess whispers songs of praise.
Its lyrics quietly glides through the winds and fleetingly appearing through the sunlit cracks.
Trying to fight this suffocation.
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