Whispers of the soul

You'd think that telling them the hurt they caused, 

And letting out the anger, without a pause, 

Would help in the moment, and maybe it does, 

But healing for real? That's not what it was.

The anger they sparked made me feel so sick, 

Like I wanted to throw up, my stomach in a twist, 

All those years of keeping quiet, pushing it down, 

Finally caught up, and the glass overflowed like a waterfall.

Now I'm stuck with thoughts of what I could've done, 

Trying to change the past feels like no fun, 

I could try to make these thoughts turn bright, 

But I can't, and that's just my fight.

You'll get over it... right? In the end, 

Some people come back just to mess you up again, 

They pick you apart, like a puzzle's last piece, 

Undoing your work, taking away your peace.

But this time, I've got someone by my side, 

The one who's been there, through every rough tide, 

To help me rebuild, with love and care, 

Together, we'll make it, with strength to spare.