133. Consensual

I had a map in my pocket all the time.
I took on a new persona as a mime.
Why falter when I can follow your lead?
I was so safe that I would not bleed.

It wasn't until the day you walked away,
I had to begin to learn what to say.
I was going to be okay.

I was allowed to hit rock bottom,
To learn how to pick myself up.
The river reflected what I denied.
I floated by giving myself permission.



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