Stifle

Suppressed and forgotten.  I have forsaken the best part of me, thinking she was the enemy.   Years have passed and everything has become so, unsettling.  Once again, my thoughts and memories displace me and I stifle to breathe.  I thought it would last, this convinced happiness of mine.  I thought I would be safe, safe from myself.   I purposefully crawl through the trenches to save someone else.  A person who feels she has no one else to fight for her.  No one else to love her.   Broken is no longer a word I can use to describe my everything.  Dismantled and in pieces, I have turned on myself.  The choice of poison stands before me.