•don't lose hope•

I tell myself that I have outgrown fear, that I have seen it all and more, that the dark holds no secrets for me. When it is dark and I am alone, I count my breaths and refuse to acknowledge that burning feeling in my gut, telling me to get out, to give up. I don't listen when my instincts tell me to run, because I am not afraid. I have nothing left to fear.

But don't we all?

My name is Rosemary, and I am a drowning anchor. A poet. A martyr. An outcast. A revolutionary.

Bow before the words, before they crash over you in violent waves and consume you. I surrendered. You must, too. It's the only way. 

m.m.m.