Broken Winged

Caught.

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Today
I reacted
I said with my actions
All that needed to be said

“Are you okay,” they asked
My eye rolls and frustrated voice
Said otherwise
“Yes,” I said as I shook my head no
No I can’t elaborate rn
It doesn’t feel right

Yes I made mistakes
A good many

But still kept decorum
Though they saw my rebellion
In plain sight
A physical manifestation
(I’m speaking code…)

And what do you do
When you don’t feel safe?

And have trouble
Existing in a space?

It got to the point
I couldn’t fake it anymore

And they noticed

I wish I could say more
But karmically it’s not clean
Yet

So God, let me hold it together
And find safety
Until I can move on

Silence
For now

Karmically
It is right

My sister called it Oedipal
Facing the blind spot
When you thought you could escape
It comes back
Because you lied to yourself

I did
Oedipal
Without the incest
I should say that
Boundaries

God
Let my intuition be right
My body didn’t just rebel
I hope
For nothing

Or my actions

I have to go now