"The Mirror and the Scar" – A Reflection

 

"The Mirror and the Scar" – A Reflection

I am a victim of my own deed. I was the one who cracked the foundation.
Not because I didn’t love her — but because I didn’t protect that love when it needed me the most.
Now, in the silence she’s left behind, I sit not only with my grief,
but with the truth that it was me who let the storm through the door.

But that doesn’t mean I deserved all that followed.
It doesn’t mean my pain now is any less valid.
I am not asking for pity — only to be seen… as someone who broke and is now broken too.

I carry the weight of what I did,
and also the weight of what was done to me in return.
Both are heavy. Both are mine.

And in this reckoning, maybe I will find a version of myself
who can forgive… not just her…
but me.

I still love her — that hasn’t changed.
But love, when not met with honesty or mutual effort, cannot be the reason I keep reaching.
I won’t chase the ghost of something that no longer breathes the same way.

I’m not pretending I’m healed. I still ache. I still question.
But I choose not to act on it.
Not because I’ve stopped caring, I never will -- 
But because I’ve started caring for myself too.

This is not surrender.
This is choosing peace over pain and grief over blame
This is knowing when holding on becomes the very thing that breaks you.

Burn