In the echo of your cutting words, a storm of emotions surged,
A tempest within, as tears painted a canvas of hurt,
Imperfect, I am, a canvas of flaws,
Yet, I embark on a journey to heal my own cause.
Your words, like bitter arrows, sought to wound,
Made me question the essence of my very sound,
But I refuse to wear the cloak of undeserved blame,
For your pain existed long before my name.
Thank you, for showing me it's not my cross to bear,
The turbulence within you, a tempest unfair,
I am not the architect of your mental demise,
A truth that unfolds as I lift my tear-stained eyes.
Thank you for unveiling the strength within,
For teaching me that self-love is where I begin,
I stand tall, my life too precious to despise,
Your words may wound, but my spirit defies.
I will not mold myself to fit your design,
For in the crucible of adversity, a phoenix shall shine,
A rebirth, ascending to heights untold,
I release the stones, my burdens unfold.
With each breath, I inhale your hate,
Exhaling strength, love, and resilience innate,
I am not defined by the shadows you cast,
I am a symphony of growth, emerging from the past.
I choose to love, not only me, but you,
For understanding blooms where empathy grew,
In the tapestry of scars, a masterpiece spun,
I rise above, a declaration: I am not undone.