Better Daily

While you cried through lonely nights,  

they slept with ease, out of sight,  

smiling wide with someone new,  

while you waited, breaking through.

As your heart held silent pleas,  

they felt no weight, no need to please,  

no guilt, no shadow, no regret—  

just secrets, lies, and quiet debt.

The truths you learned cut deep and wide,  

no soft apology can hide  

the careless hands, the turned-away eyes,  

the empty laughs, the alibis.

Forgive if you choose, but don’t feel bound;  

some wounds need time before they’re found  

in chapters closed and turned to dust,  

as fragile love gives way to trust.

And if you must, then cry it out,  

let all the sorrow and the doubt  

fall like rain, fierce and free—  

then rise and grow 'better daily.'