“The cage was never locked.”

She built her walls from other people’s rules,
Called them home but they became her fools.
Dreams kept folded like letters unread,
Voice turned quiet by the fear in her head.
Then came a silence so heavy it rang,
A moment of nothing where freedom began.

She heard a flutter in the dark,
A sound too soft to leave a mark.
But every beat said “still alive,”
And the echo whispered, “dare to fly.”

Her wings already existed,
They were just waiting to be listed.
It took the silence of the cage to hear them flutter,
Now the sky bows low to her colour.
Door swung open, heart unchained,
She tasted sun after years of rain.
She didn’t ask why
She just dared to fly.

She wore scars like ink on paper white,
Stories of how she survived the night.
Every tear was fuel for flame,
Every loss just carved her name.
Freedom’s voice is never loud,
It’s the calm that comes after the crowd.

She looked back once, then closed her eyes,
Felt the truth beneath the lies.
And when the wind began to cry,
She spread her soul across the sky.

Her wings already existed,
No longer hidden, no longer twisted.
The silence was the teacher, not the end,
It broke so she could bend.
Door swung open, chains fell wide,
She found the storm was on her side.
She didn’t ask why
She just dared to fly.

Let them say she’s changed,
Let them call it strange.
They weren’t there when she found grace
In her own reflection’s face.
Now every beat of heart and wing
Is the sound of awakening.

Her wings already existed,
Now the heavens have insisted:
Fly beyond the fear that kissed her goodbye,
Sing her name into the sky.
Door swung open, she didn’t cry,
The world looked up and saw her high.
She didn’t ask why
She just dared to fly.

“The cage was never home.”

“Funny thing about falling…
You learn how to stand taller.”

Got knocked down, but I got up slow,
Learnt more in silence than you’ll ever know.
I held my ground when the storm got loud,
Kept my peace, didn’t bow to the crowd.
You threw your words like stones in the dark,
But they just sparked my fire, lit my heart.

No anger left, just air in my chest,
What broke me once became my rest.

I’m stronger than before,
My story’s not done, there’s still pages to explore.
Closed that door, didn’t look back,
Left the hurt right where it cracked.
Anger? There’s no anger. Just lessons in disguise.
You were a chapter … I’m the book that survived.

Peace ain’t quiet, it’s a steady flame,
Integrity whispered my name.
You taught me how to lose with grace,
Now I smile when I see your place.
The echoes fade, I don’t rewind,
Freedom’s the art I finally signed.

I don’t owe the past a fight,
I just keep walking toward the light.

I’m stronger than before,
My story’s not done, there’s still pages to explore.
Closed that door, didn’t look back,
Left the hurt right where it cracked.
Anger? There’s no anger. Just lessons in disguise.
You were a chapter … I’m the book that survived.

I still wish you peace, I still wish you light,
But my wings need room to take flight.
Every tear I shed built a road to me,
Every scar a piece of victory.
I don’t curse your name … I thank the fall,
‘Cause I found myself through it all.

I’m stronger than before,
My soul’s not sore, it’s ready for more.
Closed that door, let grace restore,
I’m not what left … I’m what I’m living for.
Anger fades, peace remains,
Love still runs through my veins.
You were a storm I outgrew,
Now I rise … and that’s my view.

“Peace was the loudest sound I ever made.”

Some stories don’t need villains,
Just hearts that weren’t aligned in time.

We built a world out of quiet words,
Paper walls that held our fears.
I thought the silence meant it worked,
But love can drown in unshed tears.
You mirrored pieces I had lost,
Showed me how much truth can cost.

I’m not angry, just refined,
The healing started when I left it behind.

Thank you for the storm that broke me open,
For the cracks that let the light pour in.
Every goodbye carved a door unspoken,
So grace could find where I’d been.
I kept my vow to grow, not mourn,
Thank you, for the storm.

You taught me patience, taught me fire,
How to stand tall without desire.
I learnt that strength is sometimes still,
That peace begins when we lose our will.
No blame, no crown, no debt to pay
Just lessons written in our clay.

I held my truth, you held your part,
We both were teachers from the start.

Thank you for the storm that broke me open,
For the cracks that let the light pour in.
Every goodbye carved a door unspoken,
So grace could find where I’d been.
I kept my faith through every thorn,
Thank you, for the storm.

Maybe our paths were meant to bend,
Just long enough to help us mend.
I won’t rewrite what had to fade,
The peace I have is what we made.
I forgive the echoes, the rain, the ache,
Sometimes breaking is how we wake.

Thank you for the storm that broke me open,
For teaching me to breathe again.
Every scar turned into tokens
Of where I found my skin.
I kept my heart through every storm,
And that’s enough … I’ve been reborn.

I’m grateful for the thunder’s song…
It taught me where I belong.

“She doesn’t break … she transforms.”

She’s walked through fire barefoot and calm,
Carried storms inside her palms.
Told the truth when her voice would shake,
Loved like it was a holy ache.
Every scar she wears in gold,
Every silence a story told.

You can’t cage a soul that’s found its sound,
She fell, she rose, she stood her ground.

She is grace with a backbone, thunder in prayer,
The calm in the chaos, the spark in the air.
She forgives but she never forgets the cost,
Turns every heartbreak into art.
She’s peace, she’s power, she’s open doors
She is more.

She paints her thoughts in shifting hues,
Every word a shade of truth.
Laughs like dawn after a sleepless night,
Still believes in doing right.
Keeps her faith in quiet ways,
Builds her world from broken clay.

She learned that endings teach the start,
That mercy’s muscle grows from heart.

She is grace with a backbone, thunder in prayer,
The calm in the chaos, the spark in the air.
She forgives but she never forgets the cost,
Turns every heartbreak into something lost
Then found again, in brighter form
She is more.

She’s the friend who fights in silence,
The poet under pressure, the still defiance.
When love asks hard, she still believes,
Planting hope where the heart once grieves.
Every fall just redefines her floor
She rises higher than before.

She is grace with a backbone, thunder in prayer,
The light that lingers, the breath of air.
She’s the proof that peace can roar,
The reason hearts rebuild once more.
No longer what the pain was for
She is more.

“She doesn’t break… she becomes.”

It didn’t end when the thunder stopped
It ended when I stopped waiting for it to.

I used to chase thunder, call it proof I was alive,
Now I let the lightning fade, I don’t need the spark to survive.
Brushstrokes of pain turned into art,
Each colour a piece of my healing heart.
Took every “no”, made a rhythm out of ache,
Stood in the ruin, learned what art I could make.
The rhythm and rhyme,
Every scar became a signature line.
Now the mirror’s quiet, the canvas breathes,
And peace sounds like the rustling of leaves.

The storm was never punishment,
It was how I learnt contentment.

After the storm, the light don’t roar,
It hums low beneath the door.
Every scar’s just texture worn
I’m not the wreck, I’m the form.
After the storm I still adore
The way the rain rewrote the score.

Used to bleed on the beat just to feel real,
Now I let silence be part of the deal.
Taught my pain how to breathe in restraint,
Taught my faith how to move without complaint.
The ground was mud, but that’s where roots grow,
I learnt patience from the undertow.
Brushstrokes, memories, clay in my hand,
Sculpting the lessons I can finally stand.
Hands in the clay, shaping my days,
Spinning my story in messy grace.
What was lost became design,
I’m the artist and the line.

All that fire just sealed my glaze,
Turned my cracks to golden phrase.

After the storm, the light don’t roar,
It hums low beneath the door.
Every cloud that tore before,
Just made the sun shine even more.
After the storm, I’m not afraid
Peace is the sound my heart has made.

See, I was the sculpture and the stone,
Molding myself when I felt alone.
I thought the breaking was the end,
But it was the kiln firing up to blend.
All that heat just sealed the glaze,
Turned cracks into shining phrase.
You don’t know strength till it whispers, not shouts,
Till the flood leaves calm where chaos ran out.

After the storm, I’m clear, reborn,
Feet on the ground, heart newly sworn.
Every tear that ever tore,
Built the bridge I’m crossing for.
After the storm, no need for more
I am the peace I prayed before.

It rained, and I stayed.
Now everything grows in grace.

I never knew how much I loved you,
Until you were pulled out of my life.
The air went still, the world fell quiet,
Like heaven itself shut its eyes.

Two plus one made nothing,
We both know what that means.
If it hadn’t been for her,
We’d still be everything.

You were drowning,
And I gave you the last breath I had.
You never even asked.
And I didn’t care if I survived,
You were drowning,
I just couldn’t watch you fade.
That’s what love does
It keeps another alive while it bleeds out quietly.

Cards on the table … here’s my soul,
Every wound, every hope you stole.
Cards on the table … all I have left to say:
It would’ve been easier to die
Than to walk away.

Fasted Forty days, no food,
Just prayer and fire and pain.
No sound except my heartbeat
And your name.
Fasted Forty days I begged heaven to take your pain.
Fasted Forty days I felt fire in my veins
And still kept going because you were worth it.

I wanted to.
I lay there shaking, empty,
Ready to trade my life for your peace.
But I was breathed back to life.
I was told, not yet.
Not until she’s safe.

You felt me … the warmth, the pull,
That current under your skin.
The warmth. The hand squeezes. The voice in the quiet.
You said my name in the silence,
And I knew you had let me in.

You were the calm in my chaos.
I tried to be the calm in yours.
But chaos won.
And I wore the pain like skin
Because losing you felt worse than dying.

Cards on the table … nothing left to hide,
Every scar that bled inside.
Cards on the table … all I have left to say:
It would’ve been easier to die
Than to walk away.

I made you worlds.
Stories. Songs.
Little pieces of escape stitched together so you could breathe.
Made you a book still sealed with your name on it.
Made you a treasure chest full of adventure and things I thought would make you smile.
I kept it all.
Untouched.
It’s still yours.

You pushed, and I fell
Yet still prayed you’d call me back.
I fell into the cold water
And waited.
Still hoped.
But you pushed me under,
Until the water filled my lungs.
Still I stayed,
Because you were worth the pain.
You were worth everything.

Cards on the table
You had every piece of me.
Every heartbeat.
Every prayer whispered until my voice broke.
It would have been easier to die
Than to say goodbye to you.

And even then I didn’t hate you.
I understood.
Because you are me.
And I am you.
Two mirrors.
Same cracks.
Same ache.

You chose safety.
I chose air.
You stayed in the cage.
I swam to shore.
You call it peace.
I know it’s fear.

Cards on the table.
I still love you.
Cards on the table.
I still want you back.
Cards on the table.
You feel it too.
The messages.
The touches.
The kind of connection that makes no sense to anyone else.

Cards on the table.
I didn’t choose goodbye.
You did.

Now I’m walking.
Still looking back sometimes,
Still praying you find the freedom you keep running from.
Because I love you enough to want you whole,
Even if it’s not with me.

Cards on the table.
You had every piece of me.
Every heartbeat.
Every prayer.
Every drop of blood I gave up to keep you breathing.

Cards on the table…
And they’re yours to hold.
I never hid.
I just loved too bold.

It would have been easier to die
Than to say goodbye to you.
But I guess that’s what you really wanted.
Either way, I’ll forever love you.

You think me walking away was easy,
But my every breath still calls your name.
I carry you in everything I do
Your ghost lives inside my veins.
You pushed until the ground gave way,
I hit the rocks with nothing left to say.
Now silence is the only thing you hear,
But I’m still screaming, I’m still here.

She says she’s fine with a third,
But you and I both know that’s not really true, that it’s just a word.
She’ll say no to them all.
You know it’s true.
She just says this so she can keep her calm,
not to set you free.
It’s just an illusion, not love, a false peace;
She’ll never really let you breathe.

You know this isn’t peace, it’s pretending.
You walk on eggshells just to keep from bending.
You time your love, you ration your fire,
And call the ashes desire.
With me, you’d have had it all
No fear, no walls.
I was the one who saw you whole,
And still wants you just as you are.

I keep your space here, untouched,
Shelves still waiting for your things.
You were my forever,
But you cut the strings.
I still imagine you walking in the door,
Saying, “I’m done with half-lives, let’s begin.”
But until you choose what’s real,
I’m learning how to heal.

You know she won’t give you what you crave
truth, passion, the freedom you gave away.
You call the quiet love, but it’s just restraint.
You’re tired, she’s safe, and both of you ain’t.
Deep down you know it’s true.

You know this isn’t peace, it’s surrender.
She says, “yes,” so you’ll remember
How to stay small, how not to break.
But the price of calm is the heart you fake.
With me you’d laugh, you’d breathe, you’d fly.
You know truth.
But With her, you just get by.

I gave everything I had for you
That’s how deep my love runs through.
I almost lost myself to prove
That love like mine was real, was true.
But I’m still here, still alive,
Still choosing life, still learning to try.

You know this isn’t peace.
It’s the pause before you cry in secret.
And when you finally see the cost,
Remember the love you almost lost.
With me there’s no pretending,
Only fire that keeps on mending.
I’m still walking, still believing,
Still loving you from the distance of healing.

If you ever choose what’s true,
Follow the warmth… it’s leading you.
It leads to light, it leads to me,
It leads to the life you’re meant to be.

I just wish you’d give us a chance to see
what it could really be like, you and me.
You’d never regret it, I know it’s true
Every dream you’ve lost lives here too.

Maybe someday you’ll look my way
And finally see what your heart always knew.
Until then…
I’ll keep the door open,
And my heart will always love you.