I wish I could erase the person who hurt you,
the people who tore you down
when they should have built you up,
the miscreants dressed as family
who swirled so much doubt into your being
that you are certain any goodness
comes with hidden agenda and secondary motivation.
Ripping the curtains of self-worth
from the bright, sun-filled windows of your eyes,
these angry, miserable shells of souls
beat their regrets against your loadbearing walls,
leaving crevices they stuffed with word mice
to chatter inside you with lies and deception
when you shifted atop your foundation.
The noise of you, all shards and splinters,
better alone, you think amidst whirlwind thoughts,
then no one bleeds but you, just you,
and history reminds you that no one really cares,
the shadows that flitter about aren't butterflies
but a merciless cavalcade of wasps and stingers,
patiently waiting for you to remove your mask.
It's not true, though their cruelty plunders deep,
seeking passage to the vestiges of your you-ness,
a hundred candles light the way out,
burning bright against the encroaching darkness,
the slinking slips of fear mouthing false promises,
waiting for you to believe the light is real,
and won't sputter out in your mere presence.
But you have to take that first step forward,
one foot in front of another, again and again,
until you see the darkness was built on their fears
and not the blueprint intended for you,
giving you the freedom to let go, move on,
so you can find your own path for your life,
and start living on your own terms.
You can do this.
I believe in you.
You should, too.
© Clrhuth 2018
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