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"Farewell to the Past" poem


Reyna ♔

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There to Here

My there to here

The time flew over the edge

The winds of the hurricane

The hottest point of the flame

The truest breaking point

I'll skip the fanciness

You're "no bullshit", right?

Gentle words won't leave your lips

So why should I give them?

Even in my last meeting with you?

I bet you don't care

We approach the last days

The very last days

No more will I be the less

The disappointment, the tragedy

The one who disobeys by following my heart

No more your responsibility

You didn't want me from the start, remember?

You had other plans for your life

That's what you tell me when your anger breathes

I think your anger breathes more than you

12 years

I'd been climbing my mountain for 12 years

Dabir the Wise; gone

Liam the Mighty; gone

Gabriela the Stubborn; gone

Madina the Gentle; gone

I. Was. Alone.

My weakened body whispered to 

my pure heart pleading to try to reach out to you,

In hopes of achieving new security.

Luckily, my strong mind spoke first,

reminding my heart of the truth.

So when you let that iron curtain fall

in front of me, I held firm.

I escaped into my friends.

My true, dear friends,

for I knew they would be there and are.

Yet and still, your true colors want to be seen.

When they bring my weary head to their chest,

You bring my financial debts to the surface.

When they wrap their arms around me,

You wrap a leash around my neck.

When they dry my tears,

You scorch me with wrath and disgust.

When they kiss my tear-swollen eyes,

You stab me with disappointment.

Yet, your nerve asks of me, "who means more?".

When I cried,

When I fell,

When I had no strength,

You asked where were they.

Where. Were.YOU?

Gone. 

In the worst form of the word.

The four left me without choice.

You had one, and stayed away.

Like you requested, I will make a decision today.

I will continue to climb my mountain,

And break the leash around me.

Even when the loosed rocks strike my brow,

When my arms grow weak and my legs grow sore,

When I ache and shake and tremble,

I will still push on.

I will reach the summit,

And remain there.

Not because of wanting to appease you.

But because when I get there, 

I want to look down at you at the base,

And remember where I never want to be again.

Farewell.

-Me.

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