Poet’s Notes:
This sonnet is born from the experience of having an abusive ex invade my life in the most personal way, stealing my phones and sending cruel messages to my friends and family. The damage this caused was immense and lingers to this day. Amid the chaos, I hold onto the memory of my father, who passed away after we reconciled and became best friends again, and the light of forgiveness that slowly mends what was broken. The poem reflects the tension between anger, helplessness, and the choice to focus on love and hope for the future.
Sonnet:
He stole my words, my whispers, broke my trust,
Sent knives of text that cut through friend and kin.
The world I knew turned ashes, cracked and dust,
A wildfire of betrayal burned within.
Yet in the char, a father’s laughter gleams,
Warm as sun through glass, though fragile, fleeting.
His memory threads gold through my shattered dreams,
A balm for grief, though sorrow keeps repeating.
I taste the urge to strike, to rend, to scream,
To feed the dark with justice unmet.
But vengeance leaves the soul as dry as steam;
I choose the light my heart cannot forget.
Though shadows linger where the past took root,
Forgiveness blooms, and hope shoots sharp and absolute.
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