the rest

I learned to sit quietly
I learned to bite my tongue
I learned to silence the suffering
of the silence
how to hold tenderly all things minuscule
I learned how to forge all the shards
into a trap door
how to teach myself to remember
to forget to notice
the way it doesn’t quite blend with the floor
I learned to need the quiet
I forgot how to sit in the mess

I learned how to be what I had to
to survive
I guess I forgot the rest

Ashley Wylde
January 18th, 2016

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