When clouds gather in my sky, and shadows paint monsters on my bedroom wall, I cower.
Until I trap myself in a corner.
And in my self-mutilation, the fragile shreds of domesticity are ripped from my soul.
I set aside the ethos and praxis carved in my mind
and deal with one undeniable imperative:
I choose to survive.
And the clarity that decision brings strips away
all the handicaps
I have adopted, to play small, so that I fit in.
Kim Magennis 2016