Heckler(s)

They want to see me fail, Disparaging my efforts at every turn. For a long time, there was no escape. The voice I would often hear- was in my head. Sharp tongues speaking in dead languages. Hoisting my failures before me, to further break my spirit. Strangling my voice into a silent mouthing of words. Erasing me. Contorting self-worth into disrepair. Leading deeper into uncertainty... *** In a moment of clarity- strength, will and identity revealed itself in the very thing they told me I was... [Garbage] And for that- I must thank you, Heckler(s). _________________________________________________________________ This edition is the result of Tustont's Recycling Protocol...View all