Negative Space

I cast aside the poison that was never mine—
The borrowed venom, the projected blame.
No longer host to fear or silent shame,
I redraw every boundary, line by line.

 Lurk in the dark or whisper debts unpaid,
You hold no lease upon this pulse, this skin.
The hollow dread that tried to settle in
Crumbles beneath the stand that I have made.

 Let shadows scatter; I will hold my ground.
I echo Dylan’s fury through the night:
I will not yield. I do not quit the fight.
My voice rises where silence was once bound.

 Step to the open; face the daylight sun.
You rule no corner here. Your reign is done.