The Promise

The day I changed and let go,

I didn't know how.

But I let go of what I thought, 

All the seeking had been sought.

My eyes burned for the last time,

I wouldn't chase anyone,

The ones who genuinely cared for my wellbeing,

Would get to experience me.

I am so weak,

I am so disgusted,

But I became a gray rock that day,

I learned my place.

I dont need your clap,

I don't need your hug,

My head pounded as I let it be,

Never to beg again desperately,

I am promising you,

Please go numb for your kids,

Live in their world with them,

The old me is dead.

Im so “dramatic” a funeral will be hosted,

Your not even invited,

You will be ghosted,

The game is over.

I won't forget this day,

June 13, 2025,

The day I made the promise,

& decided to die.

Copyright © June 13, 2025, Jessica A. Goolsby, The Promise. All Rights Reserved.

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