Ashes of Pain

In the stillness of this moment, my heart lies heavy.

For the news has reached me, and the weight of it settles in.

You're gone, they say, passed away, and I'm left here.

In this cell, where my thoughts echo, and memories linger.

Five years have passed since I last saw your face,

and the words I spoke then still ring in my ears.

"I hate you," I said, and I meant it with all my might.

For you brought me nothing but pain and tears.

The abuse, the hurt, the wounds that never healed.

They were etched into my soul, a constant reminder.

And as I sit here, in this confined space,

I recall every moment, every bitter memory.

I remember the fear that gripped my heart.

The nights spent trembling, praying for it to end.

The tears that fell silently, unseen and unheard.

While you reigned with your fists and your venomous words.

I wanted nothing to do with you, and I still don't.

Even in death, the wounds remain, unhealed and raw,

and yet, as I received the news, I felt nothing.

No tears fell, no sobs escaped my lips.

Am I heartless, they might ask, unfeeling and cold?

But they don't know the depths of the pain you've caused.

The scars you've left, the trauma that lingers.

Haunting me in the silence of these four walls.

I'm trapped in a cycle, a prisoner of my past.

Serving time for the anger that consumed me,

and yet, at this moment, I feel nothing but emptiness.

A void where my tears should be.

Perhaps it's because I've cried all my tears for you?

Or maybe it's because my heart has turned to stone?

To protect itself from the hurt you inflicted,

a defense mechanism, a survival tactic.

But in this quiet reflection, I realize something.

Even though I may not mourn your passing.

It doesn't change the fact that you're gone,

and with your departure, a chapter closes.

So, as I sit here, in the solitude of my cell.

I bid you farewell, not with hatred, but with indifference.

For I've learned that sometimes, the greatest revenge.

Is to move on and let go, to live a life you couldn't break.

And so, I'll carry on, with the weight of my past,

but I won't let it define me, or hold me back.

For I am stronger than the pain you inflicted,

And my tears, they are reserved for those who truly matter.

Rest in whatever peace you may find.

But know that I will continue to rise,

from the ashes of the pain you left behind,

and I will forge a new path, one that's truly mine.