My story

I'm born into temporary arms,

Addresses that lasted shorter than promises.

They took me for strong, they took me for weak, they made me carry more than I could bear.

This isn’t a sad story, it’s a living story, I nourished what trembled.

Some absences raise you higher than parents ever could,

Silences that become your first language.

I grew up with a blurry idea of family,

A concept…

I loved too hard, loved all wrong.

I made mistakes that left their marks, but even though I never lied about the truth, I still lost.

They took me for strong, they took me for weak, they made me carry more than I could bear.

This isn’t a sad story, it’s a living story, I nourished what trembled.

When everything fell apart,

I didn’t fall gently.

I dove without looking,

Thinking the darkness could keep me safe.

I spent nights counting what was left of me. I lost my bearings.

They took me for strong, they took me for weak, they made me carry more than I could bear.

This isn’t a sad story, it’s a living story, I nourished what trembled.

But I went through the chapters, purged my pain, overpaid for my mistakes because I played against my own values.

But I closed the files—it’s time to set the clocks straight.