Written By, Daniele S.
My heart is beating forcefully
My armpits are damp
My hands are twisting in my lap
My lips are trembling
My nose is clogged
Tears keep seeping from my eyes
What am I doing here in this place,
Sitting around an oval table with strangers
Listening to them talk?
I’m mute. I’m frozen. I’m processing an influx of emotion
Fear. Discomfort. Trepidation. Sadness. Guilt. Regret.
I am finally facing the TRUTH
Head on, eyes open
It’s clear
Or, rather, it becomes clear as I hear their stories
Similar in substance if not in detail
To mine
Years, decades of denial, of obfuscation
All those buried feelings… emerging
What is happening to me?
Only the Lord knows…
