And so I stand on the edge,
Where past and future meet,
A fragile moment, heavy with choice,
To leap into the unknown or retreat to what’s familiar.
The scars remind me of the hurt,
But they also show the strength I’ve gained.
With trembling hands, I loosen the grip,
A breath drawn deep—ready to release.
The echoes of you will always linger,
Faint whispers in the corridors of memory.
But I no longer need to chase them,
No longer bound by the weight of what we were.
I let the past slip through my fingers,
Each memory falling softly, like leaves in autumn,
And with a quiet resolve, I take that step—
Not away from you, but toward myself.
The night is still.
And in its silence, I find peace.
I am free.
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Fragments of Us
PoetryThis book explores the lingering emotions after a relationship ends. It follows the narrator's struggle to move on while being haunted by memories of a past love. They wrestle with feelings of anger, confusion, and doubt, questioning if the love the...
