I Haven’t Been

I haven’t been myself,
hiding from rain
and counting the chains
between the past
and the present untold
and the ways I could
see the future unfold,
losing friends,
beginning again,
crawling through
the lies I’ve been told,
but the ache in my hand
from trying to write
me out of their plans
reminds me I can
begin again
without losing
what made me
pick up the pen
as the ink dances
onto my skin. 

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