Road Maps

I have scars. Some that I speak about. Some that I will never speak about. And obviously some you and I can see.

But these roadmaps , start from the beginning. From clawing myself out of a certain type of abuse to learning what it is to be truly loved.

Sometimes the map is hard to read. So, I continually follow, hoping it will get me to where I am searching for. I may be naive, but I know exactly what I am looking for.

They start at the beginning of 14. When something happened and it kept happening until I finally shut it down. My arms took the burden.

Then again at 21. My body and face took that burden on.

Again at 31. My face and head was the brunt of that force.

But at 34. My life became different. I almost ruined it. I wanted to die. But you.

You were the one that pulled me out. You never touched me, kissed me. You never forced. You were the one that said no. You were the one that said no matted what that I will always love you, and when you are ready. Maybe.

So I agree.

One day. Maybe.

XOXO,

Friend