Hi, my name is Danielle and I’m still healing.
Food stains on my yoga pants.
Haven’t done yoga in years.
Haven’t written fiction for that long either.
Dreams lay in waiting still.
I hear their calls to me, sometimes their screams but I don’t run to save them.
Small things trigger me, unreasonable things, things that remind me of my obliviousness.
I don’t want you to see me cry.
My inner child thinks I’m putting her in unsafe situations. She doesn’t know that she can rest easy. She fights me all the way.
Authenticity is my ultimate goal, yet I still hide.
