The Map Maker

My life has taught me mistrust, has taught me that most skip the step of making amends. Most will make a change and expect your belief based on hollow and forced niceties. I am not so easily convinced. It takes more than a smile for me to trust in your changing.

I am a talker, a map maker, a retracer of steps. I want to lay it all out on the coffee table, no worries for the rings that will be left behind, I’ve never owned an coasters anyway, only this table runner stitched by somebody’s grandmother. We can

I’ve done this alone. I can easily show you where it hurt. I can guide you down the long road that you decided was fit for me, the pitstops that bruised my knees. I can prove to you that I did not end up this way because “what didn’t kill me made me stronger.” I have grown despite you blocking the sun.