noble mural
They tore her name from my hands,
as if love were a toy they could confiscate.
I stood silent,
anger burning my throat,
hurt weighing down my chest.
Katie—
not gone by choice,
but stolen by command.
A love uprooted,
not because it withered,
but because they feared its bloom.
Now I sit in the ruins,
palms still aching from the grip,
heart still reaching for what I was forced to release.
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I can feel your grief in this piece, and at the same time, it carries defiance—compliance was forced, and a choice was never given. The shift from personal experience to a broader cause deepens the meaning; it’s not just that love was lost, but that it was denied. Every stanza showcases the ache, with each line building an image of pain and regret. It’s powerful writing, and I really like it—it’s very eye-opening.