Question

( im sorry poem pt.3 finale )

In shadows deep where silence grew,
I feared the words, the weight they drew.
"I'm sorry" hung like chains of night,
A threat cloaked in a veil of fright.

With every whisper came the past,
A fear that gripped my heart so fast.
Each syllable a heavy stone,
Building walls that stood alone.

But time, the healer, eased the strain,
As shackles rusted, freed from pain.
The words that once did evoke despair,
Now echo softly, light as air.

I learned to say and hear them true,
To let the warmth of meaning through.
For in the softness of those tones,
I found a strength, no longer bones.

Yet still, sometimes I feel the tug,
A whisper of that olden bug.
Yet in my heart, safe from the storm,
I know these words can weave and warm.

No longer shackled by my fear,
Each "I'm sorry" brings us near.
A bridge of trust, a path anew,
In every note, the love breaks through.

Answer 1

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