Chained To The Past

Bitter winds, they howl and sting,  

Whispering truths I dare not sing.  

Her name, a weight I cannot lift,  

A shattered heart, a poisoned gift.  

I try to climb, but roots hold tight,  

Memories linger, stealing the light.  

Her shadow walks where I once stood,  

I’d forgive her now, if only I could.  

Each promise broken, each vow betrayed,  

Her laughter echoes, sharp and frayed.  

Yet here I stand, in the ruins we made,  

Chained to the past, where dreams decay.  

Bitterness blooms where love once grew,  

Its thorns pierce deep, their venom true.  

I ask for strength, to let it go,  

To heal the wounds I do not show.  

But the path feels long, the road unclear,  

Each step I take, she feels near.  

Still, I know this storm won’t last—  

Time will soften the edges of the past.  

Until that day, I carry the weight,  

Of love and loss, of anger and fate.  

Yet I choose to walk, though the journey is rough,  

Because in healing, I’ll find I’m enough.