Breaking Was a Blessing

Some say I ruined the family.
But really, I saved myself—and my children—from drowning in silence.
This piece is for anyone who dared to speak when it was safer to stay quiet.
For the ones who chose truth over tradition and peace over pretence.
You didn’t break the family. You broke the curse.

They’ll say you broke the family
But here’s the real crime
You broke the chains of silence
That held you all that time

You stopped the fake forgiveness
The smiles that hid the pain
Refused to play the martyr
In their twisted bitter game

You watched the cycles spinning
The guilt the gaslit show
You bit your tongue for decades
But even steel can blow

Then came the final moment
When it touched your child’s skin
And what they thought was weakness
Lit a wildfire within

No more quiet suffering
No more playing small
You stood up in the wreckage
And dared to name it all

They called you cold and heartless
Said you tore it apart
But they don’t speak of all the years
They broke your beating heart

You didn’t wreck the family
You wrecked the masquerade
Tore down the false tradition
Where silence was obeyed

You chose your kids your healing
Your truth your sacred name
You didn’t burn the bridge love
You walked out of the flame

Let them whisper in their corners
Let them talk behind closed doors
You were never meant to kneel
To their unspoken wars

You’re not the shameful story
Not their black sheep or mistake
You’re the storm that broke the silence
The thunder for their wake