10/8/2018

Closure. Hold your composure. Suck it up, tough it up.

Retrace your tracks back to the second it exploded into fragments of stagnant stares, words beyond repair. The second that lack of validation started to become less rare.

Decomposure of self esteem. Static silence falling from a cliff with silver feathers flying and broken wings.

Weightless feathers falling slower than me, braiding together to try and become something more solid but I am not made of leather.

Only lace.

Validate me. Me and all of my words and expressions and each and every one of my questions.

Validate my tear fall, surround me with your vision, tell me I am real. Tell me I am human.

Touch me like I'm human.

Grace me with recognition of my blood, sweat, and tears.

Validate me. Give me a reason to yell, let me know it's okay.

Tell me I feel the way I feel because nobody ever acknowledged my urgency and need to heal.

Tell me to hold on, that there is a ground underneath my feet.

Give me your hand to take and pull me up from this cliff.

Validate my need for presence of understanding, respect my confusion and failure to look down just below and see that there's a landing.

I am the way I am and there's a reason for my fragility.

Don't let me stay ashamed. Repeat to me continuously that I am not the one to blame.

Stop thinking of me as a she or a thing.

Use my name.

Instead of closing me off, give me ground to obtain, give me closure.

Continue and repeat my name. I am really real. I am really human.

Validate me.