Untied to what caused me
To go beyond what I believed,
Past what I stood for
Lost sight for the trees.
I hurt you, but you caused pain first.
You lead me towards evil opportunity,
In the end, I was who I wasn’t,
You knew better, yet allowed me.


As soon as I’d written my angel’s conversation with God. My hand wrote this:

Don’t let go
Hold on
Stuff it
All inside

You look crazy
Dumb one
Yes, you, woman

Audrey, listen
You are alone

Stay where it feels safe
Minding your own
Feel my control?

Just so we’re clear I don’t believe this to be true. Allowing myself to post this has given me the upper hand with darkness.