It’s almost been a year now.
A year since I stood on a street corner and I cried.
Witnessed by my mother on the phone
And 3 pigeons across the street.
A year since I was defamed and ashamed for doing what I thought was right.
A year since I was accused of being just the person I feared I was.
And its still affecting.
A year and I still replay that moment at that picnic table.
I still replay what it felt like.
I still replay the surreal nature of it all.
And I regret it happened.
I regret that awful thing will travel with me through this life.
And I won’t say I was wholly right.
I won’t say I was without blame.
But I can say that it changed me.
And it changed me for good.
So I just hope that it doesn’t keep me from where I want to be.
I just hope it doesn’t hold me back.
Because I let the pain of it do that for so long.
And I’ve finally come out the other side much more strong.