Unshaken Poem by Victor Wilson

With eyes like storms, he casts his blame,
But I return his gaze — unshaken, same.
Though silence bruises where words once stayed,
I wear my wounds in light, not shade.

Time, the quiet sculptor, smooths the scar,
Each dawn pulls pain a little farther.
His scorn once chained my heart in stone,
But now I rise — in strength, alone.

No need for rage, no need for cries,
My worth was never his to size.
Love sings within, a steady flame —
Unmoved, unbowed, I keep my name.