Amelia James Poetry

I once thought you were the enemy,
A thief who crept into my life,
Taking what was mine.
But now I see you,
Not as a rival,
But as another soul
Caught in the same web of lies.

You, too, were painted a picture,
A masterpiece of falsehoods,
Crafted by hands
That knew how to deceive.
You were not my destroyer;
You were a victim like me,
Holding a truth that was never real.

The anger I once felt for you
Was never truly yours to bear.
It was for the shadows he cast,
For the silence that swallowed my voice
When I cried out for the truth
And no one believed.

You were not the blade,
But the wound—
The proof that his lies
Cut us both.

So, to you,
I offer no hatred, no scorn,
Only the understanding
Of someone who knows the ache
Of trusting a mirage,
And the strength it takes
To rise from the ruins.

May you find the truth he denied us,
And the peace that was stolen away.

-Amelia James