The Threshold of Peace

A quiet stillness settles in my chest, The heavy hands of yesterday can rest. I held on tightly, stayed for far too long, To those who took my gold and left a song Of grief and shadows where the light should stay— But finally, I’ve turned and walked away. Reconnecting felt like something I required, To read his heart, the closure I desired. I tried to fix the broken parts he bore, But healing him is not my burden anymore. He sees my worth at last, the truth is clear, Yet our two paths were never meant to near. I felt a phantom ache inside my mind, For the twelve-year-old I almost left behind. He broke her spirit, made her cry each day, And stole the innocence of love away. I do not hate him—hate could never bloom— But I am clearing out his heavy room. Perhaps the heavens granted my request, To see his heart, to finally find some rest. To touch the dream I wanted most to see, Then lock the door and hand myself the key. That chapter ends, the ink is dry and set, With gratitude, and no supreme regret. There is a shift, a rising in the air, A beautiful tomorrow waiting there. The storm has cleared, the heavy anchors cast— Something amazing is arriving at long last.