2016's Trauma of living with a Narcissist Part 4: Peace

My memories of you were like trauma personified For years my mind could not run from the pain and hide I took the remnants of your chaos in my stride Wishing I had rather been a runaway bride In 2015 Where you were a golden apple out on display But inside reaked of rotten decay Shut behind closed blinds far away No one knew the solemn struggles I endured every day Until I left I've chatted to your new wife, lnformed her of our past And of our demise and why I ran away so fast And of your abuse of which she did not ask And of your toxic masculinity she knows well of I forgive myself for not having the foresight And for the futile patience I had waiting for it to be alright I forgive myself for trying too hard To make sweet lemonade instead of discard The bitter lemon I made peace and let go of my survivor's guilt I break down the protective wall my heart has built I thank my parents for my independence Back to the present belongs my mind's attendance I thank women in society for role modeling self-respect Showing the world we too can be our life's architect I praise women who stood up and left the abuse Showed the world that gender based violence has no use I no longer allow my mind's erosion I discard traumatic memories with all its emotions Finding God's peace became my new devotion As I move on from 2016's commotion. He is someone else's problem now. May she too find peace.