I lost myself,
progressively.
One wrong turn,
and life unfolded.
Betrayal and lies
left their scars,
yet courage rose,
strength held firm,
even as criticism
tried to break me.
I was gutted by loss,
first my parents,
then a storm of turmoil
that pulled me apart,
leaving me distant
from family,
and everyone
I trusted blindly.
I sit
in the stillness,
asking…
why those I trusted most
could let me fall
so easily.
Yet, somewhere within,
a flame remains.
Not fierce,
but steady.
It teaches the heart
to release what broke it,
and walk forward,
lighter than before.
