December 31, 2016.
Right before this photo was captured,
Someone whispered the truth into my ear and it all finally made sense. I wasn't paranoid. I was violated.
In an attempt to escape from the reality,
I choose nostalgia as my hiding place.
Threw my hair up into a 2007 waterfall ponytail,
Squeezed into a dress from 2012,
Used every form of makeup I had to cover the evidence of sleepless nights,
Danced until I remembered just how sacred my love was.
Truthfully, I was unraveling.
No amount of nostalgia or makeup could cover the rawness I felt.
It amazes me how time has the power to create such distance from the things that once threatened to break you.
I can look at this photo and see the fear.
What's a girl to do, now that she has no one else to care for but herself? What other excuse could she conjure to explain why she hasn't walked within her purpose?
Who would have known the beauty that was waiting to emerge?