June 2015- I built a road to run away from the past. I’m so exhausted from 23 years of running that I can not build that road anymore and the truth must be faced. My tears are loud now, my naivete gone.
March 2016-My tears turned to gold, I smile as the revelation spreads through me, devouring me whole with the enormity of relief. Walking down the road I built, I found all your scars, and they spoke to my scars, ‘So happy to finally meet you, my children’. I am at peace now, my tears have turned to gold- you hurt me because you were hurt. Your scars gave birth to mine.