Two Years Ago, Today...

Two years ago

on this exact date,

the

abusive

twisted

selfish

fist of adultery

struck through my chest,

clutched onto my heart,

and ripped it clean out of my body.

Two years ago, today,

I fell feet first into a deep hole of suicidal tendencies.

Yet I am still here, still standing, still breathing.

This week of March remains nearly insufferable.

It doesn't help that the same fist that struck my soul two years ago,

resurfaced in the most subtle way,

and has left me feeling confused AGAIN.

I despise calling it an "anniversary".

But maybe one day, I'll live through this date,

and think of it as

"The Anniversary of Being Set Free"

instead of

"The Anniversary of When You Broke Me".

03/12/2023