In the echoes of my mind,Â
His words I find.
"You boast of sorrow," he claimed,
"For bearing scars, you're named."
Perhaps that's why love I shun,Â
Fearful of flaunting pain, undone.Â
Shifting focus away from me,
I dread the thought of you, you see.Â
With each visitation in my mind, Â Immobility, a bind.
I resist embracing you like him,
To escape the cycle, broken and grim.
Yet, within this silent war,Â
A yearning for something more.
A whisper of hope, faint but near,
Resilience awakening, overcoming fear.