The Things We Left Unsaid

distance for reason

I feel alone, 
Locked in a relentless struggle with myself and my own failings. 
I grapple with the pain I’ve caused my younger sister, 
Consumed by a guilt that tears me apart, 
Reliving the moments I failed her, over and over again. 

I tried so hard to be the guiding light, 
But my actions betrayed me, 
My words harsh, my promises empty. 
Regret floods in only after the damage is done, 
Wishing I could wash away the pain I’ve inflicted, 
Scrubbing my soul clean from the hurt I’ve caused, 
Like shards of glass cutting through the trust I shattered. 

Every harsh word, every unkept promise, 
Feels like a weight I can’t lift, 
A constant reminder of the disappointment I see in her eyes. 
I wonder if my silence now might offer some semblance of peace, 
Or if my absence would only deepen the void I’ve created, 
A space where once there was a bond I failed to nurture. 

I am weary from this endless cycle of regret, 
Haunted by the pain I’ve caused and the love I couldn’t protect. 
I wonder if, in the silence and distance I’ve created, 
There might be a chance for healing, 
Or if I’m forever trapped in the sorrow of my own making, 
Left with the broken pieces of a relationship I failed to mend.