Imagine wounding your own child so deeply
they had no choice but to walk away
and still convincing yourself
you are the one who has been wronged.
That isn't heartbreak.
That is accountability.
It isn't "disrespect."
It is the consequence of your choices.
It isn't a lack of gratitude.
It is the moment they finally chose
peace over pain.
You cannot mistreat someone for years,
ignore their cries,
trample their boundaries,
and then demand loyalty
when they finally whisper—
enough.
Sometimes the greatest act of love
a child can give themselves
is the courage to leave behind
the very people
who should have been their shelter.
And when that day comes,
remember this:
they didn't shatter the family.
They broke the chains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem