What was once a sweet memory, bright and warm

a peaceful moment of time, like the soft ocean waves

has turned bitter to taste, ripples crashing onto the shore.

How did a happy memory, with gleaming smiles,

turn dark, full of resentment and hurt,

from soft touches, to me flinching at your touch? 

A necklace that used to warm my heart

uplift my spirits and bring a smile

feels like a hot iron searing my skin.

But in the end, it is for my greater good.

Through the rough, murky storm,

My tower built of rock stays standing.

When the smoke is lifted, and the fog is cleared,

My tower is left stable, with few damaged pieces

The harmful forces casted out, far away from me.