Farewell
Farewell.
She never held my hand, my whole soul
My doubts stood as quiet guardians, shields
against her cold hunger.
Her love was only for herself, a mirror with no
reflection back.
Life is truth when spoken inward, and I have
to listen.
She scatters minds, plants anguish in soft
Places. Turns laughter into Silence, families
into fractured rooms.
But I am no longer hers to create more wounds
I walk in honesty , carry my own light and whisper
to the shadows.
Head held high, eyes forward and shine bright.
Farewell
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