At Last
I held the secret that you spoke,
Before the fragile promise broke.
You traded truth to play the game,
And denied the whisper of my name.
You chose the crowd, you chose the lie,
To hide behind a masked reply.
But secrets heavy as a stone
Are no longer mine to carry alone.
I will not bend for fake regret,
Or waste my heart on what you'd forget.
Let the rumors burn and turn to dust,
I am taking back my trust.
The silence clears, the sting is past,
I step away—free at last.
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