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Learning to Survive

The sheer curtains dance
Casting shadows on the wall
From the open window 
A gentle breeze whispers its call.

The hum of a fan
Sings a soulful song 
Breaking the silence 
That trapped me so long.

Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
The healing is lost 
In a foggy haze.

I hide in the dark 
Afraid to live
Succumbing to the anger
The memories give.

I think of what-ifs
Searching for blame
Lost in thoughts
I cannot tame.

I'm told I'm a survivor 
But I don't feel that strong 
What if I'm the reason 
Everything went wrong.

A narcissist is a demon
Hiding behind abuse
And for every situation 
He creates an excuse.

His words are like daggers
Piercing the heart
His malicious torture
Becomes his work of art.

The physical scars
Heal over time
But the words he utters
Become an endless crime.

The sheer curtains dance
In the gentle breeze 
Where time stands still
And the reflections seize.


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