You have spent 37 years of my time
treating me like a burden, making me less
less
less.
I always felt like somehow I deserved this. Whatever I did, I deserved your hate
anger
rage
disregard.
And now, I have realized that it was never me that you hated. You hated you and took it out on me. That's on you.
I will fill that gaping hole in my heart
where you once stood
With hope, love, and peace for my future. And you will not be a part of it. Maybe that is on me, but
I can finally breathe for the first time in 37 years.
I will never be less for you, or anyone
ever again.
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AnaRosa Cruz
creative writer, martial artist, obfuscation, goblin, rock hound. New to poetry, but having fun just letting my brain spill onto the page.
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Fantastic!!! Loved how you ended your poem!!!1❤️❤️💕