Steven LaChance Blog

I am not the secret,
though they tried to make me one—
hiding truth behind closed doors,
feeding silence instead of love,
teaching bitterness as inheritance.
I was the boy they blamed,
the brother they resented,
the son who stood in the shadows of lies.

I am not the sin,
though they laid it on my shoulders.
I am not the weight of their choices,
not the ghost of their regrets.
I am flesh and will and fire,
a man who refused to drown
in the poison handed down to me.

I am the one who stayed,
when leaving would have been easier,
when recognition never came,
when celebration was silence.
I stood in the storm
and gave what I had,
even when there was nothing left.

I am the man who endured,
who walked away from cruelty
without letting hate take root.
I chose truth where they chose shadows,
peace where they chose poison.
I bore the silence
but did not become it.

I am the voice that will not be erased.
Not by secrets,
not by scapegoats,
not by the bitterness of others.
My story is mine.
My truth is mine.
I am the man who broke the cycle.

And I will be heard.