I Am The Shift

Sigmund Gilbert

I don’t raise my voice.

I don’t swing first.

I let silence carve the truth

Into the bones of the room.

 

You thought love

was a leash to break.

You thought I’d beg

at the gates you ran through.

But I’ve never needed the door

you slammed behind you —

I am the house.

I am the storm.

 

She traded up in comfort,

down in soul.

Wrapped herself in shallow grins

and the echo of your ego.

But I was the spine —

the one who held it all

when it trembled.

 

You think you’ve won.

But I am not the one

you discard without consequence.

I don’t haunt —

I hover in the conscience,

show up in her silence,

in the space you’ll never reach

no matter how many mirrors

you flex in.

 

This isn’t revenge.

This is remembrance

of what real looks like

when it walks away,

still whole,

still crowned,

still unbothered.

 

I don’t fight for thrones.

I am the kingdom.

And you —

you just rented the illusion

for a night too long.

  • Author: Sigmund Gilbert (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2025 10:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the voice of the man I became. Quiet strength. Solid presence. Unshaken truth. It’s not about revenge — it’s about rising without begging, healing without noise. She left thinking she won. But I’m still here — whole, steady, and no longer waiting. I didn’t lose her. I found me.
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of a new attitude and one of assurance and fire. Lovely



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