Ever-changing truths

I'm fine.

      I do it all: clubs, sports, school.

      Everyone loves me.

I am not afraid.

      I no longer panic at archery meetings.

      Don't feel fear when I see your name.

      I talk openly about what happened, showed you kindness.

My fear is gone.

Until.

      Until you text me.

      One text.

      Just a simple "hello".

And suddenly, I can't breathe.

      It all rushes back in.

      I can never escape the past.

Time passes, and I'm fine once again.

This isn't a lie: my truths simply change by the second.