Sunflower🌻for Emily: Scarred but Unbroken

You called it love,

but your neglect was a blade,

cutting deeper than words ever could.

Ignored, I became a ghost

in the room where my heart once bloomed,

my voice swallowed by your indifference.

Insults rained like stones,

each syllable bruising,

each laugh at my expense

a reminder that tenderness had fled.

I carried the weight of your storms,

the bruises invisible,

yet heavy as chains on my spirit.

Still, I searched for light...

a flicker of kindness,

a hand that would not strike,

a gaze that would not condemn,

words that would not demean.

But love, twisted by cruelty,

became a prison of echoes,

where I learned that survival

is sometimes the only form of resistance.

And though you tried to break me,

I rise from the wreckage,

scarred, yes...

but unbroken,

my heart still beating

against the silence you left behind.

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Sunflower🌻for Emily