Thinking for Oneself is a Healing Balm

Peace shattered by the split over shallow issues,

Mean words spoken, mingled with your sharp gaze.

I twitch when I think of how I was under your spell,

Thinking times were dim if you didn’t share my days.

But the time comes when we must call our own shots,

And not be like drifts of boats, carried by others’ winds.

Though there‘s dampness on my face at saying goodbye,

Thinking for myself allows my wounded soul to mend.

Written for Wordle #611 from BWarren. Word prompts are shattered, split, call, twitch, dim, gaze, drifts, words, mingled, spell, shallow.