The morning after is the hardest

Snippets

Broken memories

Are they real or is your mind playing tricks?

Sewing together a false account

The needle pricks

The wrong place

Your body jolts

You look in anger as it draws blood

You realise it really did happen

You feel ashamed

Anger

Sad

Like you could have stopped it

If you just did this

Did that

But you didn’t

You think accepting is the part where

The battle is won

But your mind gets inventive

Anger turns into anticipation

Thoughts moving

So fast

It’s enough

To make them

Fly out

So everybody

Can hear them

But the needle keeps spinning

Round and

Round

Like there’s no escape

It’s in these moments

Where you think you’ve lost control

That you realise you own

Your body

Your mind

Your emotions

One small moment in time is

Not going to ruin you

Today

Tomorrow

Not ever

And you smile

Because your realise

Your battle is finally won.