They hurt me, so I wrote!

I was thinking at one point , why was I so weak?

Why did I feel numb each time they'd leave?

Silence was my only choice, my quiet token,

But they never knew what they had truly broken.

Tearing me down came easy for them,

But I chose a pen , not revenge on them.

Never thought something good could bloom,

From holding a pen in my darkest gloom.

Grudges? No. That’s never my range.

I never believed in taking revenge.

I trusted karma to play its part,

And always prayed for peace in my heart.

So let them leave, let them forget,

I’ve written it all , no pain, no regrets.

My pages hold what I won’t say out loud,

A quiet girl ,  but deeply proud.