Believe
The tabletop reverberated by your powerful fists
My nail polish on the other edge,
If it jumped an inch, It jumped five
I caught it.
Arm raised up over me, poised for the strike
I believe you
Scissors wielded like a dagger
I believe you
Bloodshot eyes consumed by rage
I believe you
"You don't know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now."
I believe you still. . .
Frozen,
Paralyzed really,
In time I would grieve
The loss of
Trust
Heart racing now
Don't
Don't relive it Jolene
Needed to hear
It's not your fault
You didn't deserve
God give you Peace
Cuz words like
Others have it worse than you
Others have lost their lives
May be strictly true,
Hollow
Anger,
But not necessarily at you
I know you're broken
Anger
That nobody could see what I needed
Anger
I was supposed to treat it
Like just another day
Anger
Don't know that I will ever trust you again
Don't think I should
But still I must end with
Faith hope and love
And the greatest is love
As long as I can love
I believe
God will give me Peace.
Copyright © Jolene Cheyney | Year Posted 2016
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