My Glass Cage The Final Chapter
I learned to breathe behind invisible walls,
to stand upright through silent falls.
To smile like nothing ever broke,
to live inside what no one spoke.
I wore my body like fragile glass,
learned how to stay, learned how to pass.
Careful steps, controlled display,
trained to survive, trained to stay gray.
Shame became skin, disgust became air,
I carried the weight of something unfair.
I scrubbed myself raw just trying to be
someone untouched, clean, and free.
Then my phone lit up, my chest went tight,
my mother called, crying into the night.
Her breath was heavy, her tears ran fast,
grieving a man who lived in my past.
She said his name like I would fall,
like I would grieve him after all.
Like time together meant something pure,
like knowing somehow made it sure.
She knew the truth, or enough to know,
that something wrong lived long ago.
But knowing doesn’t always mean
the courage to ask what things have been.
She filled my silence the best she could,
with tears, with shock, with motherhood.
She didn’t ask what those hours did,
or why he chose me, just a kid.
She never saw the battles I fought,
never honored the lessons life taught.
She saw the surface, missed the cost,
missed the child that I had already lost.
Relief came quiet, not sharp, not cold,
I didn’t feel older, I felt nine years old.
That girl I buried, ashamed and small,
still scrubbing her skin, still carrying it all.
The filth wasn’t mine, but I wore it as truth,
like a lie stitched deep into my youth.
I lived in a body that felt like a crime,
counting my breaths, serving my time.
His death didn’t heal me, didn’t erase,
but it cracked the lie I wore in its place .
For the first time, disgust lost its hold,
I cried for myself, a child 9 years old
Then I felt her, she didn’t fear, felt no rage,
but a small warm voice from inside my cage.
She didn’t flinch, she didn’t plead,
she stood in the truth she used to need.
She said, “It’s over… you’re safe right now.
You don’t have to carry it, I’ll show you how.
It wasn’t your fault, it was never your stain,
You don’t have to keep reliving the pain”
“I stayed so you could survive and grow,
I held the shame so you wouldn’t know.
But you’re not small, and I’m not gone,
I’m right here, we’ve always been one.”
She lifted her hands hit with a calming rage
shattering the walls of my glass cage.
The sound rang sharp, then suddenly clear,
like the air returning after all these years.
I felt her move, but not depart,
she didn’t leave, we were given a new start .
No longer trapped, no longer apart…
she walks with me, living within my heart
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