TRIPTYCH OF THE UNHEARD, THE TWISTED, AND THE FREE

I. THE ONE‑WAY ECHO

You hear every word, but you never let it land,

Let it sift through your fingers like dust from your hand.

I’m speaking in thunder while you answer in haze,

A whole conversation you keep setting ablaze.

You nod like you’re present, but your mind’s gone missing,

You hear what I’m saying

but you're still not listening.

It’s a one‑way street with a dead-end sign,

I’m pouring out truth while you redraw the line.

Every shrug is a fracture, every sigh is a wall,

Every silence a signal that you’re letting Me fall.

Trust can’t grow in a place where meaning is denied,

Where every honest sentence gets quietly misapplied.

You hear the vibration, the tone, the sound

But never the message that’s breaking Me down.

A bond can’t survive on half of a listen.

Not when the truth keeps going missing.

II. THE TWISTED LIGHT

You bend every beam till the truth goes blind,

Turn daylight to shadows in the back of My mind.

You tilt every sentence, reshape what I meant,

Make Me doubt My own memory, My own intent.

You say you “don’t recall,” but you rewrite the scene,

Erase your missteps, highlight where I’m “mean.”

You call Me “too sensitive,” “reading it wrong,”

But your version of reality is the only one you prolong.

You flip the script with a surgeon’s precision,

Turn My clarity to fog, My certainty to indecision.

You hear every word - then twist it to fit

The power you guard like you’re scared to admit

That listening means loosening the grip you’ve been using,

And control starts to crumble the moment you stop choosing.

This isn’t confusion -

it’s domination dressed as care,

A quiet, calculated power play

hidden in the air.

But I see the pattern now,

the angles, the spin.

You hear what I’m saying - 

you just twist it to win.

III. THE EXIT IS THE POWER

I walked out the door and the world came alive,

Like I’d been holding My breath just trying to survive.

Your chaos was a cage, your doubt was a chain,

But the second I left, I remembered My name.

You drained every spark, turned bright chances to dust,

Taught Me to question my instincts, My trust.

But the moment I stepped from your gravity well,

I felt the pull break -

and I finally fell

back into Myself,

into motion,

into light,

into everything you dimmed

to keep yourself bright.

Walking away wasn’t weakness -

it was ignition.

A clean, sharp cut

from your small‑minded vision.

Now the silence is peaceful,

not punishment or test.

Now My voice rings steady

in the space you once possessed.

Now the doors you slammed

swing open on their own,

because I’m building a future

that’s finally My own.

You took opportunities from Me -

but you’ll never take

what I become

now that I’m free.