Loving them was like entering a broken house,
whispering I could fix it.
I spoke softly, offered calm, lit candles
where there was only shadow.
I broke trying to hold them,
until one day I looked at myself and didn't recognize me.
Leaving hurt, but it taught me:
loving deeply is not a mistake.
Now I walk strong,
free of resentment,
blooming from the ruins…
finally home within myself.
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