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The Art of Leaving(A poem)
<p>Sometimes,</p><p>healing wears the face of loneliness.</p><p><br/></p><p>No applause.</p><p>No audience.</p><p>Just the sound of my own footsteps,</p><p>learning the language of freedom.</p><p><br/></p><p>It doesn’t always feel better.</p><p><br/></p><p>Some mornings,</p><p>peace feels unfamiliar.</p><p>Some nights,</p><p>silence is louder</p><p>than every voice I’ve ever tried to escape.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I stay sober—</p><p>not only from bottles,</p><p>but from everything</p><p>that clouds my judgment:</p><p>validation,</p><p>false promises,</p><p>and people</p><p>who only remembered my name</p><p>when it served them.</p><p><br/></p><p>I walk alone now.</p><p><br/></p><p>Funny how the same mouths</p><p>that told me to leave</p><p>are the first to ask where I’ve gone.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Where are you?”</p><p>“You good?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Their messages arrive,</p><p>but they no longer find</p><p>the version of me</p><p>that waited to be chosen.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ve stopped knocking</p><p>on doors</p><p>that were never meant to open.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ve stopped folding myself</p><p>into shapes</p><p>that made other people comfortable</p><p>while I disappeared.</p><p><br/></p><p>Loss has been</p><p>a ruthless teacher,</p><p>but an honest one.</p><p><br/></p><p>It taught me</p><p>that not everyone</p><p>who walks beside you</p><p>is walking with you.</p><p><br/></p><p>Some people</p><p>only travel</p><p>until the road becomes difficult.</p><p><br/></p><p>The rest</p><p>become memories.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every scar</p><p>has a story.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every goodbye</p><p>left behind</p><p>a lesson I couldn’t learn</p><p>any other way.</p><p><br/></p><p>I no longer measure my life</p><p>by who stayed.</p><p><br/></p><p>I measure it</p><p>by the strength</p><p>I found</p><p>after they left.</p><p><br/></p><p>There is an art to leaving.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not every departure</p><p>is an escape.</p><p><br/></p><p>Some are a return—</p><p><br/></p><p>to yourself,</p><p>to your peace,</p><p>to the person</p><p>you were becoming</p><p>before the world</p><p>convinced you</p><p>that you had to be someone else.</p><p><br/></p><p>So if this path</p><p>demands solitude,</p><p>I’ll answer with courage.</p><p><br/></p><p>If rebuilding means</p><p>starting with empty hands,</p><p>I’ll build anyway.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because leaving</p><p>isn’t always giving up.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes,</p><p><br/></p><p>it’s the bravest way</p><p>to begin again.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sabali</p>
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