Bitterness is not the end,
it’s the beginning—
of understanding,
of healing,
of hope.
Forgotten joy, overshadowed
by endless nights and broken promises.
Silent dinners, empty apologies—
the unseen toll of love’s labor lost.
Mourning what could have been,
in the shadows of what is.
Patience stretched thin,
love’s weight—unbearable, yet borne.
Learning to detach, with
love—hardened, but hopeful.
Finding strength in shared sorrow,
solace in whispered support.
Reclaiming peace, not as given,
but as earned—through tears,
through time.
Forgiveness, not for them,
but for oneself.
Words that wound, also heal—
shared in safety, swallowed in solidarity.
Emerging from chaos,
embracing calm.
No longer a spectator to pain,
but a warrior for peace.
Step by reluctant step,
walking away from resentment,
toward recovery.
To laugh without reservation,
to love without condition,
to live without the shadow.
Trust in the journey,
trust in the growth,
trust in yourself—
even amidst doubt.
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