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Jul 5
You see, my safety is no longer conditional

Coming home no longer feels as if I am walking on broken glass or standing on eggshells,
It feels as it should, peaceful, stable, secure.

I no longer need to tread carefully, waiting for the bomb that is your unjust rage to go off.
I no longer need to feel small, as if my self worth comes with conditions.

You may have left deep scars across my core, but just know this…
Those scars are being healed by the day, with each new experience of true safety.

I am healing my wounds so I can erase every sign and symptom of you from my life,
Soon, I shall be free from the plague that was the space and time you occupied in my life.

If you see this, know that I am safe, and living a life that I truly love.
A life free from the toxic waste that is you.
Eric Bergeron
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Eric Bergeron  30/M/Calgary
(30/M/Calgary)   
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