The Gate Is Closed
When cutting ties is the only way to protect your peace
I had to walk on glass
Startled when hearing your voice
The heat in your eyes terrified me
The burning sensation I felt
The life of hell
The fear
Of a burning sinkhole
Being trapped alive
It took me forever to realize you were a living hell
The sun was out
While the darkness was inside the house
The thunderstorm hid over my head
You hid your devilish face from the outside world
But I saw the mirror of truth
I used to think I was cursed
I used to think I was unimportant
I might have been to you
I am closing that gate
Putting a metal padlock through
I know now
My brain is processing the evil of truth
It’s reminding me I have made the right choice
I am closing that gate
Putting a metal padlock through
I know now
My brain is processing the evil of truth
It’s reminding me I have made the right choice
The gate is officially closed
I have found my strength
And I am holding onto that strength
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TheAlivePoetess
Raw mental health poetry with empathy.
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