Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

I feel no ill will toward my sisters, but I know they resent me. I outgrew them. I got out. I discovered a world

outside of this terrarium, and they hate me for it. But I also don’t blame them for their envy. When you shine brighter than the sun, it’s hard for others to look at you, so you have two choices: look and be blinded with resentment or look away. It’s obvious they chose the latter. They’ve had little to no contact with me for the past seven years. I guess if I were in their shoes, I’d act the same way. I’m a reminder of what life could have been like if things had happened differently for them. No one wants that kind of reminder.

But sometimes we’re not the people we want to be. We just are.

sometimes something needs to be broken before it can be repaired, and I mean truly broken.

I spent my whole life being nervous up until I realized that life happens in between the beats of our own heart, and if it thumps too fast, there’s no space for us to live.