your refusal is the path towards my light

my abidance,
was both,
my deterioration,
and my escape

a ladder out,
disguised as cruetly

fragmented thoughts,
sewn together by love

the truth,
slowly oxidizing,
to the surface of my brain

one at a time,
memories,
hidden away by my body,
to protect

but my carapace,
one grown of myself,
will soon pull the curtain back,
to see them how they are

for they aren't just dusty words in a book,
they are reality