The Night I Finally Saw You Clearly

 

It wasn’t anger  

that changed me.  

It wasn’t heartbreak.  

It wasn’t betrayal.  


It was clarity —  

the kind that arrives  

like a cold wind  

through an open door.  


I saw you  

without the excuses.  

Without the hope.  

Without the softness  

I kept wrapping around your name.  


And once I saw you clearly,  

I couldn’t unsee it.  

I couldn’t unknow it.  

I couldn’t pretend  

you were anything  

but the storm  

I kept calling shelter.  


So I walked away.  

Not because I stopped caring —  

but because I finally started  

caring about myself.  


-LR 🖤

Location: Johnson City, TN, USA

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