In the echoes of our laughter,
Where shadows dance and whispers spin,
I gather up the fragments,
Of a heart that’s worn too thin.
Was it love or just a wager?
Each promise held a hidden cost,
In the silence of your absence,
I’m finding out all I’ve lost.
But through this fragile journey,
I’m learning how to bend,
With every bruise, I gather strength,
To rise and not pretend.
Vulnerability’s a canvas,
Where truth spills out like paint,
Each scar a brushstroke on my soul,
A tale both raw and quaint.
I wear my wounds like armor,
Their stories etched in time,
For every tear that fell,
I found a reason and a rhyme.
Healing's not a straight road,
It twists and it turns,
In the ashes of what shattered,
A deeper fire burns.
I’m stitching up the tattered dreams,
With threads of midnight blue,
Every hope that flickers,
Whispers softly, “You’ll break through.”
So I’ll stand in the light of morning,
With a heart that’s learning grace,
Among the shards of memories,
I’m finding my own place.
In this dance of bittersweet,
Where heartbreak meets the dawn,
I’ll embrace each broken piece,
And rise with every song.
For truth will be my beacon,
Its glow a steady guide,
In the tapestry of healing,
My spirit will abide.
And as I close this chapter,
With courage in my chest,
I know it’s not the end of me,
But a beginning, full of zest.
Indie
Heartbreak, Healing, Strength, Vulnerability, Truth
Indie
Heartbreak, Healing, Strength, Vulnerability, Truth