An inconsequential batch up
An inconsequential end to a petty cold war
The alcohol pumping courage
Led to a deeper realisation
A realisation that I never moved on
From the teenage trauma , the shell
I grew in length and knowledge and skills and talents
But still never moving on, still in denial, ignorance
So the intoxicated heart angry at the shackles
Vows to break free
It’s a heavy first step
And then it’s a free fall or a light carefree flight
Ready for the adventure of both
And a new beginning
It took 6 years to realise and move on after being out of the suffocating space
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