I Found the Courage to Speak
No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds
for I couldn't lick the festering gashes clean.
Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep,
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene.
No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare.
You severed our marriage cord with a stare.
Without gauntlet thrown before you I swayed
when waylaid in the pitfall of vows betrayed.
I sat weeping upon tear-stained ground,
covering my ears not to hear the snarling sound
of vile bitterness in your laughter. My eyes burning
then thought... I am the one who should be spurning
You turned your back and sidled away
basking in glory; your cruelty had been done
but there is no victory for you, nothing won
for a man whose feet were molded of clay
How often you preyed on weakness of others
while you played at being sanctimonious
Liquid courage brings death that smothers
but I escaped the hold you once tightly held
before my life had been snuffed and felled
I still breathe and I've no fear to speak
I've been set free, and I'm no longer weak
My tongue holds daggers of its own
whetted on the grindstone of your deception
I was hungry for strength, parched with thirst
to take vengeance as my anger grew
emotions that were long past due
Felling you would then label me a doer of evil
which is something I would never desire to be
Vengeance will never be mine to take
knowing this is true is what set me free
Years will pass but I shall never forget
that I was true to you, and how sorely I regret
not realizing the kind of man, I once loved.
I've moved on and no longer grieve
while you still swim in the fiery waters
of your besotted world of make believe.
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