Wondering What My Life Will be Like When the Torture is Over
When the torture is all over, I may need to talk myself out of a mercy killing on myself.
I may need to relocate somewhere far, somewhere particularly beautiful and peaceful where I can come to terms with the new injured version of myself.
I will write even more, I will have to because I will need to. Writing is what has kept me and what is keeping me alive, more than anything else.
I will need to join some part of a group, something small and non threatening- a pottery or painting class.
Every day I will have to convince myself that it is okay to be alive, despite my ruins.
I will have to find those who are also hiding out and struggling with deep wounds.
All this in no particular order, in no particular way.