old narratives

as time shifted,

old narratives i created

didn’t ring quite as true

there was a disconnect between

what i created in my mind

and what i really lived through

at some point,

victimhood didn’t serve me

though i tugged at its ankles

begging for its identity

to ease my pain

i am erasing old narratives

the ones where

everything had to make sense

no one cared

hope was futile

and it was going to be like this forever

i drop the hot coals in my hands

and instead,

walk through fire

its easy to judge in victimhood

to never take accountability

especially,

oh especially,

in the face of turmoil

but yet,

some situations have neither

an aggressor nor a victim

just merely two people

doing what they can

with what they have

and what they know

oh how little did they know