Frame
From Part 2: Longing to Stillness from What The Silence Gave Me
Cheers of freedom— or could it be regret? All I see now: a faint fissure of my mistakes. Things I never wanted, erased from existence. Cleansing my skin of lies. The violent winds are behind me. The days march on. Only the memories of yesterday remain— a rush of thoughts in my head, of my being. The people in the pictures I barely recognize— empty smiles, envy in their eyes. I ripped them apart, saving a few pieces to remember, always, what I thought was true.
Author’s Note
“Saving a Few Pieces”
Reflection on “Frame”
Frame reflects the quiet grief of leaving behind people and versions of us to heal and grow. It isn’t rooted in bitterness, but in gentle remembrance and honouring the journey that follows.
Woven into its lines is the clarity that comes with change. Sometimes we outgrow what we thought would last forever. The poem doesn’t dwell in the past but rather acknowledges its weight and what it took to move forward.
Through imagery of old photographs and fading memories, Frame explores the emotional distance healing can bring. It’s about choosing what to carry and what to release, a tender act of self-preservation that isn’t cruel, but necessary