Learning Your Name

You creeped inside my mind, in one instance and over time.


I felt you in my sleep, with each breath I couldn’t keep.


You hid inside my brain, and I wore a mussel of your shame. 


I thought I could drown you out in each pill but those were voids I couldn’t fill.


You were there when they woke me up, the day I learned your real name. 






I grew with you through my childhood. 


You never strayed too far from my side.


I learned a new life with you because unlike you, I couldn’t hide.


You taught me that pain is torment but also just temporary.


I found you walking amongst others. Sometimes only after they had passed.


You inspired me to heal the helpless. The ones who don’t yet know your name.


I won’t stop until there is no such thing as a mussel of shame.


You will always be a part of me, but I won’t let you hide anymore.


I want to thank you for the heartache. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have changed. 


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