a mile
i write as if i know
as if i’ve lived a thousand years
as if i’ve been fighting wars or people or this world
i feel maybe i am a fraud
feeling as if i know struggle, hurt, and pain
when i only have myself and my stories
i did not fight battles
i fought myself
i fought identity
i fought loneliness
i fought depression
i fought madness
i only have my scars and my truth
so how am i supposed to help those
- who’ve lived through the unimaginable-
get up and keep going
when i’ve only just begun to crawl












