My first brush with escapism took the form of
Boys who gave me a little attention
The attention didn’t have to be good
It just had to exist
When I got older I ran from home
And into men who who reminded me of home
I’d go from room to room hoping for someone
To be there waiting for me
Waiting for me all along
But each time I stepped through
Another threshold
Emptiness was there for me
I kept trying new doors until
I found the room of mirrors
Welcoming me home
Des, I am so glad I took my time to really delve into this one because it is absolutely reflecting my present-day realizations and really hits home! How often do we suppress our incredible power because of lack that we have been taught to believe about ourselves? Having spoken to you and knowing about your journey, I am always inspired and proud to read your reflections of growth and overcoming. I see you, and you are the embodiment of the woman the world needs. Thank you for this beautiful piece!