By Ashley O’Hare
I’ll hand it to the old me–
she knew how to survive.
If I had read her story,
all I could have done was cry.
On paper, it looks so much worse.
Back then, I was trying to make it work.
My heart has been under lockdown
since that very first meltdown.
If I had let my emotions have a say,
I would have immediately ran away.
Real stories don’t get happy endings,
they simply continue going
like run-on sentences.
I’m still in the midst of it,
but my heart has broken free.
How am I supposed to survive this
when I can no longer pay the fee?