It hits me once. Limbs blurred by the tension in my veins. I look at myself in the mirror and like what I see yet fail to imagine how you would too. Halfway there.
It hits me twice. Walking in a haze, feet cold in the morning dew. The past plays its broken record in my mind as I try to piece together everything I know only to find the end of a puzzle and the beginning of another. Unknown territory.
It hits me thrice. Eyes forced open and I won’t fight back. Moving figures in black and white, expecting me to act the way they want. I played my part accordingly and can’t unsee the wrong now that I know what’s right.
Self-awareness punches again. Breathless, I get back up and smile.
Bring me all you’ve got.
I’m ready for it.