Sometimes
Sometimes—
Sometimes I feel like you
Are treating me like her,
And we both know what happened to her.
But I am strong.
I won’t melt into a puddle
Of tears as she did.
I stand my ground like
A little oak tree with my limbs
Reaching for the sky—
Like my imagination,
Like my intrepid poetry
Undaunted by the din
Of your angry voice,
Words spoken through clenched teeth.
I saw the hurt in her eyes
You didn’t see, or maybe you just didn’t care?
When you yell at ME
I flee instead to the sanctuary
Of my quiet, softly lit room,
To my wide screen T.V.
With movies that cheer me.
Sometimes.
Sometimes—
Sometimes you push me too far
And my patient Taurus nature
Explodes into an angry rage I can’t control.
And I think it is then
That you realize you
Have gone too far and
I become quiet in fear I won’t keep the cap
On that angry explosion.
I try to express my inner
Most feelings through poetry
To keep my balance—
Balance in OUR lives,
And sometimes I succeed.
Sometimes.
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
*Dedicated to all the ladies who understand
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
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