They tell you never to burn your bridges but it's so beautiful watching ours burn,
It's so comforting watching the mould infested wood turn to dust,
Knowing that you can never cross it to haunt my peace again,
You seem confused and hurt that I set everything a light,
But reclaiming my power was always going to be a violent protest against the way you treated me.
YOU ARE READING
Looking through Windows
PoetryA collection of poems and quotes about difficult situations and emotions. It helps me to work through my feelings when I write them down and I hope it helps others to read them.
