i wonder if my fate was never this—i’ve become too dependent and here i am, sitting here looking foolish. how to rebuild the walls of my pride. too focused on positivity and rebirth, i should have been preparing for the storm and rain. so many times i’ve become involved in other people’s stories–it was the RIDE, the THRILL.
The Ride, the Thrill; living vicariously through you was a contact high i was unprepared for. But as God as my witness, i would never be as foolish. so, that is why i sit here, tears mingling with prayers, beseeching for answers to silent ears.
it is time for another cycle, another transformation, another rebirth as fertile soil turns to brown leaves. i hope the lessons learned center me–ground me as my neck snaps back from whiplash.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 