I looked in the mirror and didn’t see "gone,"
I saw the reflection of a brand-new dawn.
The letter is sent, and the ink is now dry,
I’m no longer asking the heavens for "Why?"
I used to be defined by the things that they took,
Like a missing page in a beautiful book.
But now I’m the author, I’m holding the pen,
And I’m writing a story where I’m whole again.
The gates that I stood by are open and wide,
And I’ve finally stepped to the beautiful side.
I’m grateful for messengers, shadows, and pain,
For the strength I discovered while out in the rain.
They can keep all the light that I gave them to borrow,
I’ve found my own sun for a better tomorrow.
The Invisible Letter has served its true part—
It wasn't for them... it was to open my heart.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC
I looked in the mirror and didn’t see "gone,"
I saw the reflection of a brand-new dawn.
The letter is sent, and the ink is now dry,
I’m no longer asking the heavens for "Why?"
I used to be defined by the things that they took,
Like a missing page in a beautiful book.
But now I’m the author, I’m holding the pen,
And I’m writing a story where I’m whole again.
The gates that I stood by are open and wide,
And I’ve finally stepped to the beautiful side.
I’m grateful for messengers, shadows, and pain,
For the strength I discovered while out in the rain.
They can keep all the light that I gave them to borrow,
I’ve found my own sun for a better tomorrow.
The Invisible Letter has served its true part—
It wasn't for them... it was to open my heart.
Reclaiming my narrative. We don't always get an apology or an explanation, but we can always choose to write a better ending for ourselves. This is my new horizon.
