The saddest time

I don’t know how much pain I must carry,
how long my heart will wear this heavy ornament.
Once, I was the peace that soothed your troubled soul,
the stillness in your sorrowful days.
I was the dream, the companion of faith,
the one you adored,
The stairs you climbed toward the sky.

Yes, you scaled the heights upon my chest,
When I began to sink beneath the waves
Your gaze fixed on the sky,
unaware that the sky is only a mirage,
a dream that does not exist.

Jealousy is empty;
It shatters trust into pieces.
You are not passion, you are stone,
cold, unmoved.
I melted like ice beneath your touch,
And yet now, I am consumed by indifference.
I was once a fool,
light as a feather,
naïve, like a calf.

You believed you had found fortune,
But all you did was drain the water
and build on rock,
blind to what you’ve lost.

But I believe the day will come
Fortune will bow at my feet,
and time, with gentle hands,
will erase the filth of the past.
A radiant sun will rise within my chest,
and light will spread across the horizon,
marking the dawn of something new.