Your Sunday Best

You wore your Sunday best, like a perfect disguise, a scratch-and-sniff saint with convincing eyes. But the scent wore off when the front door cleared, and I became the workhorse for fifteen years. I don't know much, but I know what I gave, I know the nights and I know what I faced. I know the silence, I know the weight, I know how it feels when your own home becomes a place you hesitate. I carried the pressure, I carried the blame, while trying to keep peace inside a house full of pain. I don't know much, But I know what's true. I know what I gave. I know what I went through. And in the quiet... The spell came loose. You tried to erase my space. Tried to make me disappear. Manufactured the chaos, While I carried all the fear. Boxes stacked high, While the accounts ran dry. You dismissed all the ghosts I was trying to survive. I gave you my all, Till my utility died. But you can't rewrite the truth Of how hard I tried. Confined to a room, ten by ten just to breathe, trying to survive the night, trying not to leave. Cabinets slammed hard, kept my body on guard, while my story was questioned and my pain became a scar. I don't know much, but I know what broke, I know the weight of every word that was spoke. Somewhere in the silence, somewhere inside, the fear finally loosened and something came alive. I stopped chasing peace that was never there, I stopped carrying burdens that were never mine to bear. This ain't revenge. This is resurrection. A man waking up From years of deception. This ain't hatred. This is breath in my chest. This is choosing life When I had nothing left. God saw the nights That nobody knew. God saw the battles I was fighting through. You tried to erase my space, But I found my way. You built all the chaos, But I walked away. The boxes are gone. The silence remains. The truth stood up And called me by name. I gave you my all, Till my utility died. Now you can't break the man Who finally survived. Now the lease is signed, and sanctuary is found, no more eggshell walking, no more battleground. My nervous system settles, the extraction is done, the warzone is over, and I finally won. Two tired hands learning, after everything I've known, the peace of a place where I can finally come home.