Knowing what I knew used to stop me. My actions played tricks on my mind. Thought about it, then thought against it.
Denial.
The obvious uncovered, apprehension ensues. Slurred words. Uncomfortably transparent. Written on my heart, but everyone can see.
Pain.
So close, but yet so far. Disillusioned by strength. Fuck.
Confused.
Admittedly defeated, convalescence begins. Senses heighten to the once unknown. Everybody knows but me.
Humbled.
So fearlessly, I await.
Truth.
