I stand on this stage
to end what I've started:
I had the last laugh,
left myself brokenhearted
and left coins on the eyes
of my dearly departed.
ill and getting worse,
I didn't love them all the time,
but they can't hurt me anymore
they've hollowed out like chimes.
see, I have rebuilt myself,
into what I couldn't be.
I don't want your situation,
my life belongs to me.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: my recap of 2025. You could not possibly fathom how excited I am for this year to end.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poem of enacted revenge it seems. Well written
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You are most welcome
Hayleigh, this is controlled, honest, and self-possessed. You name the hurt without dwelling there, then step forward with clarity. By the end, ownership replaces grief, and it feels real. Strong, grounded work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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