Epigenetic chains bind us together. Are we prisoners or co-artists?
When the dark memories visited me, I walked in your shoes. Reliving your fear, confusion, pain, anger, and resentments. Your traumas planted and the triggers took root and grew like weeds.
Life in my mind became hazardous. My memory a lifelong war between reality and imagination. My understandings of the potential whys of all that happened before transformed to minefields.
The closing of my eyes often placing me back in days past onto battlefields.
I learned that I belong beside you, walking parallel to your steps as a spectator. My understanding of your past experiences are meant to be Your memories and all that came from them were never meant for me to live.