You could fixate on the gloom
the hate, the darkness, the pain
all day long,
or you could choose to live.
My husband taught me to live
To stay out of the prison created by myself
staring at the empty walls
as if the words would evolve on their own.
The world will
but I never would have
lost in the corridors of my brain
lost in the memories that never happened
pain that overcame me
that was never my own.
All the people in my head fighting their way out
they would have won
if it wasn’t for him.
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Temperamentally Tina 