The war was over and I thought all was well,
But the flashbacks remained, a pain I couldn’t quell,
I thought I was the devil cause I went through hell,
And they were the demons I couldn’t expel,
My heart was a mess, my mind was reeling,
I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was feeling,
But once I realized they were double-dealing,
I ripped off the bandaid and focused on healing,
I wasn’t the reason for their every fault and flaw,
My existence didn’t have to feel like a big faux pas,
They didn’t have to come at me with a hacksaw,
Just because I decided to save myself and withdraw,
People in your life can be a blessing or a curse,
The warning signs were there, clear and terse,
I was the caretaker, the servant, the nice nurse,
They were darkness and something much worse,
Acts of love shouldn’t have been demanded of me,
They didn’t have to command me to bend the knee,
I wasn’t a broken girl in search of a chosen family,
I was the phoenix rising from the ashes and debris,
I may be flawed but I have goodness in my heart,
And some people like to tear the good ones apart,
They think they’re on top, they’re the rich and smart,
But on the inside, they’re hollow, all rotten and tart,
War with them had repercussions, it was no fun,
But even with the pain and scars, it turns out I won,
Because in the end, after it was all said and done,
I learned that I was never really the broken one.
-Amy x
