i want to write about you

you -- something, anything, everything...

It’s been a long time since I’ve had the courage to look into my own eyes.

It came when I was least expecting it.

Revealing itself when I was discovered, by a stranger from another life, one who knew me while I didn’t know them.

I didn’t feel the quake in my knees then, for curiosity overcame the space last held by fear. I placed blind faith in the ground I stood upon, to hold me up lest my legs were to buckle. I was certain I wouldn’t fall beneath the floorboards.

She called my name, with a familiar ring of the school bells I used to dread.

I responded in kind, and asked for hers.

I stood as I was, laughed as I was, got to know her as I was. I believe we left as friends.

And there it was, a small flower bloomed from the cracks. I didn’t notice it then, still reeling from the adrenaline.

Then I called you.

I didn’t know it then, but only with this courage to face myself could I face you.