{"id":3470,"date":"2025-12-05T09:46:34","date_gmt":"2025-12-05T09:46:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3470"},"modified":"2025-12-05T09:46:37","modified_gmt":"2025-12-05T09:46:37","slug":"defilements-break-and-shatter-the-most-strong-parts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/defilements-break-and-shatter-the-most-strong-parts\/","title":{"rendered":"Defilements break and shatter the most strong parts."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Dad\u2026<br>There are words I never thought<br>would find their way out of my mouth,<br>wounds I never imagined<br>could breathe again without bleeding.<br>But today\u2026<br>I stand here, not as the girl you broke,<br>but as the woman rebuilding herself<br>from pieces she refused to die in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was young\u2026<br>too young to understand why the world<br>suddenly felt unsafe in my own home,<br>why the person meant to protect me<br>became the storm I feared at night.<br>I carried that confusion<br>like a second skin,<br>a heaviness that aged my soul<br>long before my body grew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For years, I walked with shadows,<br>silent, trembling,<br>learning how to smile without feeling,<br>how to speak without shaking,<br>how to breathe without remembering\u2026<br>But memories have a way of echoing,<br>even in places you try to keep quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hated you.<br>Yes,<br>I said it.<br>I hated the silence you taught me,<br>the trust you stole,<br>the innocence you took<br>and hid behind the title \u201cfather.\u201d<br>I hated how your actions<br>became a prison inside me,<br>a voice whispering<br>that maybe I wasn\u2019t enough,<br>that maybe it was my fault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But here is the truth:<br>It wasn\u2019t.<br>It was never mine to carry.<br>Your choices were yours.<br>Your darkness was yours.<br>And I refuse,<br>I refuse to let it define<br>the woman I am becoming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Healing was not a straight line.<br>It was nights of crying,<br>days of pretending,<br>years of relearning how to trust<br>the sound of my own heartbeat.<br>It was therapy, prayer, courage\u2026<br>and starting the long journey<br>back to myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And today\u2026<br>Today, I speak to you<br>not as a broken child<br>but as a healed survivor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad\u2026<br>I forgive you.<br>Not because you earned it,<br>not because it erases the pain,<br>not because what happened is small,<br>no.<br>I forgive you<br>because I deserve peace.<br>Because carrying your burden<br>was poisoning my future.<br>Because letting go<br>was the only way<br>to walk without chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Forgiveness is not friendship.<br>Actually, Forgiveness is not forgetting.<br>Forgiveness is freedom.<br>Mine\u2026<br>not yours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So hear me clearly:<br>I forgive you,<br>but I am not coming back<br>to the person I used to be.<br>I forgive you,<br>but I am choosing distance,<br>choosing boundaries,<br>choosing me.<br>I forgive you,<br>but I will never be silent again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My voice is mine now.<br>My body is mine now.<br>My future is mine now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad\u2026<br>you may never understand the weight<br>of what you took from me,<br>but I pray you learn,<br>I pray you repent,<br>I pray you change,<br>for your sake,<br>not mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As for me,<br>I am rising.<br>I am healing.<br>I am living.<br>I am loving again<br>without fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The girl you hurt<br>has grown wings.<br>And today,<br>I fly free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-powerful-reality-about-adulthood\/\">THE POWERFUL REALITY ABOUT ADULTHOOD SPOKENWORD<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/17HKiV9eHz\">https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/p\/17HKiV9eHz<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe title=\"IT&#039;S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY SPOKEN WORD BY Walking shadow poetry Live performance at Baraza Media Lab.\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/fCR4QNuPaGw?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dad\u2026There are words I never thoughtwould find their way out of my mouth,wounds I never imaginedcould breathe again without bleeding.But today\u2026I stand here, not as the girl you broke,but as the woman rebuilding herselffrom pieces she refused to die in. 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