My first Substack poem.
If I told outloud
what happened to me,
Most would vacillate
between shock, and pity,
and stigma and
fear.
Few would get that
what happened to me,
isn’t
Me.
If I told outloud
what happened to me,
Most would vacillate
between shock, and pity,
and stigma and
fear.
Few would get that
what happened to me,
isn’t
Me.
Short but powerful, especially that last line. So very true ❤️