Sep 9, 2025
walked into the silence
i do not come with excuses
or words polished thin by regret,
i come with my open palms,
scarred from years of taking,
ready now to give back.
each step is heavy with memory,
but lighter than the chains i carried.
i walk into the silence
where my name once stung,
not to beg forgiveness—
forgiveness is not mine to demand—
but to stand in truth,
barefoot, trembling, honest.
i patch the broken fence i kicked down,
i sweep the shards i scattered,
i hold the gaze of those i shattered
without flinching,
and i say with my life, not my lips:
that person is gone.
my amends is not in the breath of apology
but in the bones of my days—
a steady labor of love,
a prayer hammered into action,
the walk i walk
long after the talk fades
