I found myself in the silence of night,
when the world was asleep
and only my mind was screaming.
“You’re back,” the voice said,
“always late,
but never gone.”
“You’re the reason I keep falling,”
I answered, eyes low.
“Every step I take,
you tear the ground apart.”
It laughed—not cruel, just tired.
“I’m only the echo
of what you won’t face.
I’m the name you give
to wounds you refuse to heal.”
“But what if I want peace?”
I asked, more afraid of the answer
than the war.
“What if I want to live
without dragging this shadow behind me?”
It went quiet.
For a moment, the world felt light.
Then it said,
“Then accept me.
Not to obey,
but to understand.”
And so, in the dark,
with a heart still in pieces,
I reached for the mirror
and learned to see
that not all darkness wants to kill the light.
Some just want to be seen.
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