The Tie Is Severed
Photo by Mariya on Pexels.com 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 res...