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
intact
free
existing
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