Healing taught me everything,
now I walk without a crutch.
Detached and free, I’ve let you go,
two middle fingers up, no need for much.
People come and people go,
like shadows in the dusk.
Trust is earned, but once it’s lost,
two middle fingers up, I’m no longer hushed.
No pedestal to lift you high,
no tears left to fill my cup.
You were just a fleeting thought—
two middle fingers up, I’ve had enough.
Janie played his twisted games,
but now I see it plainly.
He’s just a chapter I’ve closed for good—
two middle fingers up, so long to Janie.
You'll do what you will, regardless.
I don't need to hold you near,
And I'm free with nothing to fear,
two middle fingers up. Timeless.
I stand alone, but I'm at peace,
no weight upon my chest.
*******, kindly. I've moved on,
Now I live my best,
You raggedy *****,
Go be someone's baggedy.
The poem is about the rage one experiences on a healing journey. The fire to burn it all down and the grace to rebuild.