some thoughts crawl in
like uninvited guests 
bringing along lies
that sound like truth

but…
not every guest
deserves a home 

and my feelings
they’re storms
passing through my chest
leaving their weight in my lungs 

I don’t have to own them
don’t have to wear their grief 
like a scar of my being 

my peace lies in knowing
when to let go
and when to say
“this isn’t me”