I don’t want to be your heart anymore,
I won’t be the wound you keep to adore.
It’s time for me to find my own,
A pulse that beats for me alone.
Without you holding me down,
I rise up, steady, unbound.
No more chains, no more borrowed fire —
I leave, I breathe, I lift higher.
This is my line. This is my end.
I’m not your anchor. I’m not your mend.
I walk away, head clear, chest light —
My own heart beats. My own life.
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
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Comments1
Being one's own person reflected in this poem stating that one needs their own personal space and not to carry the weight of another. Well written
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