The Tie Is Severed
I lost a friend today,
A simple, heavy line
That should descend like sorrow's shroud,
A grief for what was mine.
I waited for the cutting edge,
The sting of sudden pain,
But found instead a strange relief,
No shadow of a chain.
I should be sad, should mourn the end,
The history we knew,
Yet in my chest a lightness wakes,
Defiant, strong, and new.
The truth is stark, the choice is clear,
I look upon the past:
I am not sorry that it broke,
I am simply glad at last.
The severing was not a hush,
But clash of will and word,
A necessary, cleansing fire
Where my own truth was heard.
I stood firm in the tempest's heart,
Refused to be denied,
And drew a boundary, sharp and deep,
With nothing left to hide.
The lesson's hard, but vital known:
Respect must be the core.
A friend should cheer the victory,
And lift you from the floor.
Your champions, they must remain,
To hold your spirit high,
But when support becomes resentment,
The basic contract dies.
When ally turns to critic's shade,
A drain upon your soul,
They've breached the terms of fundamental trust,
And lost their rightful role.
The choice is not of cruelty,
But self-preserving might,
To cast the anchor from the boat,
And step back toward the light.
Assess the ones within your ship,
As you begin to rise;
Not all are rowing for your cause,
Some paddle with disguise.
Your soaring ambition reveals their truth,
Their loyalty gives way,
As jealousy's shadow clips your wings,
And clouds your brighter day.
So now I mourn the anchor lost,
The friend who pulled me down.
The feeling is no sad despair,
But freedom's joyful crown.
A paradoxical, weary joy,
A wish that bonds would hold,
Yet still the weight is wholly gone,
A future to unfold.
The boat is lighter now it sails,
The struggle set aside.
I'm rowing, finally, alone,
With nothing left to hide.
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