Reset

by MissT

I don’t keep soft for the wrong hands,
don’t fold my edges to fit.
I’ve earned this quiet — this clearing
where peace, not pity, sits.

I don’t chase echoes anymore,
don’t knock on doors that stayed shut.
I’ve learned to light candles in silence
and pour wine for one — uncut.

I’m not waiting on the message,
not checking for the sign.
My worth was never measured
by those who’ve dulled my shine.

So here I stand — reset, not ruined,
soft heart, steel bones, clear eyes.
This isn’t lonely. It’s legendary.
And no more compromise.

No more “maybe” men in hiding,
no more crumbs on silver trays.
I rise, I write, I rinse the ache,
then burn what doesn’t stay.