Released

December 22nd, 2025

I whispered to myself
In the crisp March air
“I’m free” through a smile
Pretending not to care
Meeting new people
Buried in distractions
Filling my life to the brim
Only delayed my reaction
Exposure therapy to start
Facing uncomfortable situations
Working on my impulses
And leaving room for interpretation
Between ChatGPT and my therapist
Then my love of writing
Working through the layers
With thoughts and actions uniting
I never finished what I started
Not wanting to face my feelings
But avoidance isn’t a solution
If I want to start healing

Back Then

2004

I miss the dreams I used to have
For almost a year
And the times my life went bad
But I wouldn’t drop a tear
I miss the way my friends were
Back in fourth grade
And my life will never heal
Because there is no cure in my first aid
I let my dreams blow away
But I’ll capture them another day
And even though you moved away
Friends forever back in fifth grade