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This is dedicated to my mother.

I can’t say thank you enough

for everything you have done for me.

I hope this puts a smile on your face

even tho I’m in this place.

 

My heart didn’t break all at once.

It cracked the way ice does, quietly,

beneath the weight of footsteps

I never thought I would walk away.

 

You left,

and the world didn’t end.

But it tilted just enough

that every memory slides toward me

when I’m trying to sleep.

 

I hear your name in the rustle of night.

I still feel your absence

in the places you used to fill,

the hollow of my palm,

the space beside my shoulder,

the corners of my days

that now echo with nothing

but unfinished sentences.

 

Loving you was a door left open.

Losing you was the wind

that slammed it shut.

 

My ribs still ache, but they are healing.

My future still trembles, but it is coming.

And through the pieces of me

still remember the shape of your hands,

they no longer wait for me to hold them.

 

One day this won’t hurt as sharply.

One day your name will be just a name.

And I’ll walk forward unbroken,

not because you come back,

but because I finally remember

how to carry my own heart

without dropping it at the door

of someone who didn’t stay.

 

Conversations come and go like passing storms.

Some men talk tough

to hide the fear trembling beneath the surface.

Others talk soft

because yelling won’t fix a thing.

 

You learn real quick

that everyone has a story.

Some carved into their hands,

some buried so deep

you only see the edges.

 

But we’re all here,

breathing the same recycled air,

trying to survive the same slow-burning fire

that crawls under your skin

when you’ve got nowhere to go

and nothing left to do but think.

 

And thinking,

That’s the real SENTENCE.

 

The mind can be a cruel warden.

It drags you back through moments

you want to forget.

 

And the strangest part?

Hope knows how to slip through bars

better than any thief ever could.

 

One day the door will open.

The world will look too bright,

too loud,

too fast.

But you’ll step into it anyway,

because surviving a place

that tried to crush you

means you carry a piece of Strength

the outside world will never understand.

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