Lost

“I don’t have a reason for why I’m feeling this bad anymore”

i carry my story under my arm
pages tattered but each time i
tell it takes on a new life
an angry dragon rising again

ignore the judgmental male gaze
just keep talking
eyes rested on the floor
no one can stop me now

i feel my voice crack a little
i let the tears run
brush them away
i’m glad i can still cry

but i will keep telling my story
even if at times it makes me sad
i’d won that battle, i reassure myself
they say i’m brave

i’m still fighting but
the only enemy left
is the same vessel
making me who i am