The Weight of Their Words
The struggle, the confusion, and the "what ifs" of the past.
I try to keep up, but my true self is hidden
In a world full of secrets and lies.
I wonder why honesty felt so forbidden,
And why are there tears in my eyes?
When no one can see me, the salt water falls,
A chaos of feelings I can’t quite untangle.
I’m trying to scale all these memory walls,
While my past and my present still wrangle.
How can I heal when they stir up the dust?
When they speak of me right to my face?
They call me a name that I no longer trust,
Then expect me to stay in that place.
I offered them spirit, I offered them light,
But they met my concern with their rage.
They chose to be bitter, they chose to ignite,
Then, it turned me into a mage.
I hung up the phone just to set a clear line,
To show them that rudeness must end.
But they see a "temper" in every sign,
And refuse to see "brother" or "friend."
I know I was wrong in the days of the past,
Yet they clutch old grievances and won’t let me mend;
I’ll move forward toward peace unafraid.
About the Creator
sasa
I write for the moments between the words, exploring quiet tensions, unspoken rules, and the mysteries in the corner of your eye. If you enjoy atmospheric fiction that lingers long after the final sentence, welcome to the silence.



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