This is a lesson I was taught years and years ago by a family counselor. Today I can recognize when I am "sitting in shit that is warm and comfortable, but it's still SHIT" and get out a heck of a lot faster than I used to. I'm working on not getting in it at all. :)
I used to write about you. Words meant to capture and hold that which moved my heart and mind to places beyond reason. You. All of you that found the places in my soul to be touched, exposed and brought to light. I used to before and after the scars of betrayal you left me. And now, you've been written. Off. But shadows of you will always remain where I erased the words.