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Borrowed Light

How often do we let others claim our light, only to have them turn their back when the darkness becomes too much? This poem reflects the frustration of giving everything, only to be dismissed and betrayed. It’s a raw exploration of how our pain often goes unnoticed by those who once claimed to care.


So you couldn’t believe the truth of my scars,
Hidden beneath the glow of my bubbly stars.
You saw the spark I let you claim,
But never guessed it hid my pain.

When I opened my heart, you called it insane,
Brushed off my storms, and danced in my rain.
You walk with pride, a heart "full of gold,"
While my story, unspoken, stays untold.

How does it feel to borrow my light,
Then turn away when I lose my fight?
Laugh at the cracks my soul tried to hide—
A quiet battlefield where tears collide.

How does it feel to dismiss my strain,
Call me delusional, numb to my pain?
You boast of care, a loving charade,
But my truth was the fire you betrayed.



How does it feel when someone takes your light and turns away when you need it the most? Have you ever been dismissed, your pain misunderstood? Maybe you’ve given your all to someone, only to find them walking away when the going got tough. How do you reclaim your truth after they’ve betrayed it?


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