So like Katy Ann and her doll Emmy-Bean
How can I tell you
of the fear that sits
deep in the well of my heart
leaving me trembling
with terror
and with rage?
How can I tell you
of the shame
that is me,
that feels to be me
in front of you,
with the stories
that are becoming
more real
by the minute?
How can I bridge the distance
that I put between us now
in order to protect
in order to run
from the strange reality
dawning on me?
How can I even explain
to myself
much less you
what is happening to me,
what has happened to me?
I cannot yet believe it.
How can I make you believe it then?
How can I let you see
the ghosts
that are beginning to haunt
not only flashes,
pictures,
images,
but spirits of feeling?
My body knows.
My body knows.
How can I share this with you
and not fear
that you will hurt too
that it will
shock your world
upside down too?
How can I tell you
when no words
will come
to make me believe
this is my story?
How can I tell you?
How can I possibly tell you?
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