And what's my story,
I kept asking.
I kept rolling in denial,
In and out years of trial,
Knowing a part-
And forgetting the other,
Liking some,
And those opinions- nice and plump.
And what’s my story
I kept asking,
Sometimes when I lost,
Times when I won.
My story- my biggest distraction,
My will to make it perfect,
Adorned with my survival.
My story of futile denials.
The story of trials.
I never knew how,
Or I didn’t find out when,
My story became me,
The me I saw. The me I feel.
And in this story,
I didn’t have to wait,
Just pick up my pen,
And lay the words straight.
They happened to my story
The way they wanted
My story happened to me
The way I saw it.