golden years
I paid my golden years
just to keep you near
But after the cost was laid,
the weight of it carved into my chest.
I couldn’t tear it out of me
so I kept it, like a hidden wound.
It slipped behind my eyes each time,
a crystal lodged inside my throat,
its sharpness tearing me open
Silence was no longer a choice
So my heart screamed in my place:
Let me go…
I have no strength for battles
I was born for peace,
yet all I found was war.
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