At one time

it was super tough

and words were my only rescue

On Open Mic poetry night

I gave the audience

a close up

to my behind the scenes

 

I inherited my mother’s story

believing mine would end up differently

I learned somewhere to place the sugar cubes between my teeth

it can make anything bitter taste better

so I did

I stumbled into masking

the lie

sipped it in

by default I didn’t tell anyone the truth

but I didn’t lie either

suffering more from my thoughts

than circumstances

anything you hide comes out

eventually

so feel the energy

and give that experience a name