I have this story
about what happened, that keeps
replaying,
in my mind.
I’ve pressed
pause,
so many times
but my thoughts are stuck
on repeat.
What if today,
I write the ending
differently.
Instead of, I am strong
despite my story
it might be, I am strong
because of my story.
And so the story becomes
not the sorrow of my fall,
but the tale
of my rise.