3 timelines (sleeping beauty)

3 version of me 

Each in a casket 

Various stages 

of decay

My awareness

Eats away 

the flesh 

Exposes the truth 

bones that connect

To the core

Who am I really?

What do I stand for?

Each of these women

Wanted to be chosen 

And they tugged at their frame 

To fit into the spaces 

That were already claimed

by othets shame 

I wore your trauma

Regardless of the size 

Because if someone could see me 

Underneath the bulk

Everything I believed about myself 

Would be smoothed away 

Like my father sanding wood

Like my mother turning away 

Like my first love bashing my face

Like my twin flame 

chasing the dragon 

Like my soulmate 

going completely silent 

Like my worlds crashing and colliding

Understanding the reason 

Is the saddest epiphany

I've ever ended up receiving

Like a child in a toy store pouting 

The universe is not giving 

And knowing requires action 

What i've wanted 

I'm just not getting 

The things I dreamed of 

Are slowly changing 

It is the end 

And yet a new beginning 

Like a bear resisting 

the end of hibernation

I stand still

Knowing fully well 

I need to move forward

Sleeping beauty isnt waking