What is a gift? A whisper from the soul,
A piece of heart, intending to make whole.
It blossoms freely, given light and free,
A selfless bond, for all the world to see.
But some bestow with hooks beneath the gleam,
A subtle trap within a waking dream.
They offer bounty, yet their hands are curled,
To strip the giver bare, to seize their world.
The suitcase gleamed, a promise in its hold,
Of journeys bright, a story to unfold.
And Peanut Butter, a beautiful, soft cat,
A gentle presence, where their spirit sat.
A bond was woven, tender, true, and deep,
A love to cherish, secrets safe to keep.
But joy's bright promise turned a bitter hue,
The "gift" became a journey to hell for you.
That suitcase, meant for happiness and light,
Became a weapon, born of cruelest spite.
The bond they felt, the love so freely shown,
Was ripped away, a seed of vengeance sown.
How can a heart distort a simple deed?
Plant seeds of malice, watch the sorrow bleed?
You gave from truth, they took with cruel design,
A hurtful act, a bitter, twisted sign.
You'll never grasp the meaning of their play,
When love is warped to wound and betray.
But stand strong now, my friend, let pride ignite,
No one can take a gift you gave so bright.
They cannot claim the essence of your grace,
Nor strip the strength from your unwavering space.
Make yourself proud, and speak with voice so clear,
To mark what's right, and banish every fear.
For to be safe, when shadows start to creep,
Receive no tokens, promises to keep.
Just stand in silence, watch the takers feed,
Upon the void of their own barren greed.
I am me!
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