UnBothered - MGS

 

In the quiet of my heart a door swing wide,
After the death of my Mother, I learned to abide.
I have a family that feels like a distance shore,
Where love once flourished, now I don’t bother anymore.
As a child, I wandered, an outcast in the fold,
Only my mother's warmth, a refuge to hold.
But siblings turned strangers, with hearts made of stone,
In their laughter, I felt the chill of the unknown.
 
Words like daggers, sharp and unkind,
“Not really invited,” echoes in my mind.
A sister’s and brothers cruel jest, a wound that won’t mend,
In that moment, I knew, to them I don’t belong.
I tried to connect, to bridge the divide,
But every attempt felt like a futile ride.
Arguments bloomed where silence should reign,
My voice drowned in echoes of frustration and pain.
 
Through the heartaches and pains a lesson I learn,
Love those who cherish, respect those who care.
Seek no validation from those ungrateful,
To find peace in the distance, in the space that I share.
For thirty long years, I’ve walked on my own,
No longer entangled in their games of dismay.
I’ve learned to embrace the love that is true,
To cherish the bonds that uplift and renew.
 
They seems to pretend I'm not broken,
In their silence I break the chain,
I won’t carry their burdens, their scorn, or their unworthy.
I’ve built my own family, with kindness as the core.
And in that warm circle, I don’t bother anymore.
With my new life chapter, the lessons I’ve learned,
To the love that I’ve found, and the bridges I’ve burned,
In the morals of life, I stitch my own life path.
 
With those who uplift me, where my spirit is feed,
I bound my love, rest my care, and give my all. 
For my new found family who brings me joys,
The love, care and trust that I was once longing,
I don’t bother anymore with the shadows of the past.
For I’ve found my own light, and it’s shining at last.
In the echoes of silence, I’ve finally found peace,
In the love that surrounds me, my heart finally released. 

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