You crawled. You fought for those first steps until you ran. You live in the pockets of silence where you don’t say how you truly feel- and that makes you stumble. Makes your bones shake. Makes your knees weak. We’re all made up of truths until we tell a lie that shatters the rib cage. Watch as your heart escapes like a fugitive. Watch it crawl to the surface for some air. Watch it run away from you. Then all you’re left with is an open wound you can’t heal. Try to find it. Pay the ransom. Beg for it to come home. Then as truths begin to creep up from the back of your throat you throw your insides up like a poison. You melt back into yourself like the first time your body decided to stand on its own. You find your heart torn to pieces and learn a lesson on stitches. You mend it and accept that it will never be the same, but at least it still beats-AMT ©️