PORCH PIRATES

PORCH PIRATES 

From the smoldering ruins of a bridge we tried to build,
I rise like a phoenix, feathers forged in flames of futile tries.
The embers whisper warnings of connections turned to dust,
Where trust was scattered wide, like seeds in barren soil, denied. No longer will I scatter seeds of doubt's forgiving grace,
Handing out benefits like alms to beggars at my gate.
It's a folly etched in scars, a lesson learned through fire—
Tried and true, this path of pain, now sealed against desire. I chose to lift your words, those half-truths wrapped in guise,
Propositions laced with ego, laid like offerings at your throne.
You placed them there with careless pride, expecting me to kneel,
But kernels crack and truths dissolve when roots refuse to grow. This isn't vengeance cloaked in verse, nor punishment's cold blade;
It's the armor of survival, forged in self-preservation's forge.
I've walled my heart with wisdom's stone, against the storms you brew,
For in the wreckage of our words, I claim my right to renew. And if you feel the phantom ache, the echo of my gone,
The sting of silence wrapping 'round, in every dawn's cold light—
Remember, as the shadows lengthen and the quiet claims its due,
It was your hand that turned the wheel, redirecting fate's cruel flight. Wherever this wild train may thunder, through valleys deep or peaks untold,
Carrying echoes of what was, to horizons yet unseen—
Know that the tracks were bent by you, in moments of your choice,
And I, emerging stronger still, now soar on winds of peace.