i know the answer,

but i don’t want to ask the question.

i know what’s behind the door,

but i’m not ready to open that closet.

i see what’s ahead,

and i’m choosing not to walk there yet.

i haven’t given up—

i’ve shifted priorities to protect my sanity.

this is a moment i’m living inside,

and i’m letting it move on

without taking pieces of me with it.