I am the echo of old pain that never learned how to fade.
Trained to speak in metaphor because the truth felt too sharp—
perhaps that’s the child in me.
They call me mysterious,
but really,
I am protecting the parts that still shake
There are storms inside me that no one has ever sat through.
***
In you,
I saw reinvention in its rawest form
Shedding your skin and becoming someone different wasn’t a choice—
it was survival
Having to keep your softness hidden because the wrong people try to crush it.
The wars you fought in the name of self preservation,
and the cost of each scar
How you asked only for honesty,
and even for me—
The price too high
***
For the harm I have caused and now regret
For the pain I have inflicted upon you
For love I would have carried your sins,
In justice I will show you mine.
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
I am the echo of old pain that never learned how to fade.
Trained to speak in metaphor because the truth felt too sharp—
perhaps that’s the child in me.
They call me mysterious,
but really,
I am protecting the parts that still shake
There are storms inside me that no one has ever sat through.
***
In you,
I saw reinvention in its rawest form
Shedding your skin and becoming someone different wasn’t a choice—
it was survival
Having to keep your softness hidden because the wrong people try to crush it.
The wars you fought in the name of self preservation,
and the cost of each scar
How you asked only for honesty,
and even for me—
The price too high
***
For the harm I have caused and now regret
For the pain I have inflicted upon you
For love I would have carried your sins,
In justice I will show you mine.
