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You revisit old wounds for the same reason

birds will come back to the places

their nests have been destroyed

The mind walks into the same room

because it wants to know how to fix

those floorboards, paint the walls,

turn this into a more habitable place

if it tries something different from the last time.

This is survival.

This is learning how to live through pain

once the skeletons have decided to walk out

of the closet and refuse to go back in again.

Call it the worst story you have ever owned,

a car crash within your bones

that you cannot stop staring at.

But the only way to understand pain

is to look at it and feel it

without turning away.

There is no shame in this.

Eventually, it will scab over and heal.

 

― Nikita Gill.

Poem: When You Hate Yourself For Revisiting Old Wounds

 

Oh empty note

Shadows of my past

Made it to the end

 

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Final Curve

 

When you turn the corner

And you run into yourself

Then you know that you have turned

 

― Langston Hughes

 

* “We need our worlds. We need our first worlds around us to even grasp the larger world, not to mention the stars.” Mary Oliver

 

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? Mary Oliver

Done