Withstanding and Beckoning Tr[us]t

Walk outside,
is anyone listening?

I've been talking to myself again.

Didn't think anyone would hear me,
I know that I am strong, that if I have God
that I am [un]alone, that I can do this.

I can trap myself inside
over
and over
and over again.

Sometimes I wish that I could be social
[Maybe I could be]
the bubbles burst never ever, no
blue black ravenous tears for me.

I listen.

[I did, anyway.]

For too long I fought myself,
fought the weakness, which was really my strength,
her, their burden to bear, for me,
for us.

Myself doesn't understand the complexities of opposing personalities.

Good thing this one isn't mine anymore.

I'm whole.

Author notes

I wrote this poem after talking with a someone, just starting college with me, that she has finally, after all these years, been able to have friends, to fit in. She does not have to be a loner anymore, and I know that she never had to be.