The Final Straw Poem by Lisa AT

The snap was quiet, a silver thread
Severed by the cruel things you said.
A label pinned—'pathetic, ' 'liar'
To feed your cold, egoic fire.
You took a body worn and ill,
And tried to break its very will.
​Years of walking on your glass,
Watching the seasons blur and pass
While you drew maps of how I'd fail,
Keeping me small, keeping me frail.
But chronic pain has iron bones,
And I am weary of your stones.
​The shock dissolved to something cold,
A story that's no longer told.
You demand the 'sorry' that you think you're owed,
While I collapse beneath the load.
But as you wait for me to bend,
I've found the place where 'we' must end.
​I'm moving on to higher ground,
Where steady, honest hearts are found.
I'm going places you can't see,
Unburdened, finally, and free.
And while I rise to meet the light,
You'll face the silence of the night.
​Go count your rules upon the shelf,
And keep your company.... yourself.
For in the end, the truth is grown
I am ascending; you will always be alone.