Cherished after Gone
The words I spoke dissolved, unheard in empty halls,
Yet echoes now gather praise where silence once did fall.
My presence was ignored, my shadow brushed aside,
Now whispers of my leaving swell with unearned pride.
The hands that never touched me lay wreaths on empty air,
Their care blooms only where I no longer dare.
I walked through nights of cold, my fire hidden deep,
They honor the traces left, the secrets I could not keep.
In life I wore my scars, unheeded, sharp and raw,
In absence they are treasures, revealed to all they saw.
The doors I knocked on closed, yet now swing wide in memory,
A cruel kind of worship awaits the heart, no longer free.
I leave, I vanish, yet they finally see,
The weight of what I carried, the cost of being me.
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