Love and the Feeling of Falling Backward

I’m leaning against myself and praying. I don’t know why I do it anymore; I just do.

I find acceptance in places I wasn’t allowed to investigate, questions I wasn’t meant to ask, people who weren’t permitted near me. I’m still grappling with the person I’m supposed to be, according to myself. I’m gripping the hand that holds me down, begging for some strength. But I’m not alone.

I’m still working on giving up regret.
The good news is that it’s getting easier.