I got out

I haven’t looked in a while

I have not wanted images of my past life

I have cut out and censored

I have protected myself

Sometimes it even feels like it is gone

But all I did was leave

The hell I left

still goes on

Everyone is still there




in their familiar and loved stagnation

their misery was always there

I was able to hurt noone

Why could they hurt me?

I considered them significant

I saw them as humans

I was reenacting something familiar

I was trapped in a vortex of

familial patterns

societal patterns

expected behaviours

I got away

I locked them up in myself

For some crimes

there is no public justice

The road to resolution is

never direct

The witness can sometimes

only be me