The Great War: Closure

 

You handed me the weapons, your secrets sharp as a blade. 
I fought back, suddenly you're afraid. 
You thought I'd stay silent, let you walk all over me,
But I am a phoinex, as you can now finally see. 

Your behavior fuled my fire, my burns a screaming fright,
But I didn't back down, I ran towards the fight. 
You played the victim, like you didn't start the game,
I used my voice proudly, I don't feel any shame. 

So bring on your excuses, your false tears and cries,
They've seen through your facade and your deceitful lies. 
I spoke my truth boldly, I stood my ground. 
And now, to your narrative, I am no longer bound.

- A poem by me, Vanessa