Learning to Survive

The sheer curtains dance Casting shadows on the wall From the open window A gentle breeze whispers its call. The hum of a fan Sings a soulful song Breaking the silence That trapped me so long. Minutes turn to hours Hours turn to days The healing is lost In a foggy haze. I hide in the dark Afraid to live Succumbing to the anger The memories give. I think of what-ifs Searching for blame Lost in thoughts I cannot tame. I'm told I'm a survivor But I don't feel that strong What if I'm the reason Everything went wrong. A narcissist is a demon Hiding behind abuse And for every situation He creates an excuse. His words are like daggers Piercing the heart His malicious torture Becomes his work of art. The physical scars Heal over time But the words he utters Become an endless crime. The sheer curtains dance In the gentle breeze Where time stands still And the reflections seize.