Lessons

We turned the pages of our lives, from the beginning I wonder why I had to live with those humiliations again Yet his constant voice urging me to continue the narration Pretending that he was detrimental To narrate it to someone uncommitted Those pains were a minute ago For validation as worthy, perhaps Yet I was soiling and dishonouring my name to someone who never cared So he left, without comforting me Neither narrating his story I had to heal from the monster in me With those delicate parts yet so golden, So I sang my favourite songs to heal again This time, the lesson was profoundly engraved.