tiny vessels

Seventeen years I went away I built stories you wouldn’t even imagine were true I was a shell, completely and purely motivated by my trauma And the trauma built Each time it built I went further and further away Until I was just flesh and bone with a desire for the end. I looked like I was having a great time, But it would end and I would cry. I found myself at thirty. I had gone away but Those traumas had built me back up And I accepted all I was - and moved forward Found again.