You accuse me of plotting,
a shadow lurking behind,
as if my voice whispered
to your friend, weaving lies,
twisting truth into shadows,
but I am not a weaver,
not a thief in your night.
I reached out to a soul,
not to betray, but to seek
a moment of clarity,
a connection unbound by
your spiraling doubts,
the reflection of you
in the glass of my silence.
You cast your insecurities
like nets into the water,
hoping to catch my intent,
but I don’t think like you.
Your self-esteem fractures
shatter into a million
pieces, all sharp edges,
but I will not bleed for you.
I was not even a thought
in your storm, your tempest
of mistrust, I was free,
an echo in a quiet room,
and now, I reclaim my voice,
not to fight, but to live,
unraveled from your shadow.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Someone who has power over me accused me of going behind it back and trying to undermine her authority. I realize that I do not think like that, thank God I don\\\'t think everyone is out to get me
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Comments2
Accuizations that are ment to upset are best left alone. A good write of false accuiztion put aside.
Projection when it occurs in a relationship is pretty hard to unravel. You had the strength to withstand and withdraw.
Good move, rich write.
Thanks Dave, my sole intention was clarification and had nothing to do with undermining anyone's authority.
Understood. Many are unable to extract themselves from such a situation; so kudos.
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