Funny How They Say Move On

 

Funny how they say, move on,
Before I even grasp the weight of it all—
The ridicule, the cuts beneath my skin,
The times they risked my health, played games with my life,
And now ask why I can’t just forget, let it slide.

The same ones who want a baby,
A fresh womb, healthy and pristine,
Never mind the scars they left on mine,
Never mind the times they crossed my lines,
Again and again, until boundaries were just a blur.

And when I finally confront, stand up, and speak,
They say, I won’t buy you a lightsaber,
Mocking me, silencing me with condescension,
Then preach about self-worth, as if they know,
As if they didn’t chip away at my esteem piece by piece.

Funny how they could see my open doors,
The spaces where I gave too much,
And chose to take and take, just because they could,
Just because I foolishly put them above myself,
As if that gave them a pass, a right to justify the pain they dealt.

And now they talk of moving on,
As if healing’s just a step to skip,
As if my wounds can close on command,
As if I was the one in the wrong,
For finally choosing to put myself first.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse