My Turn
My turn
Empathetically I listen
And I do not even judge
Though the nonsense you’re explaining
Really doesn’t sway me much
But I still refrain from speaking
My face remains expressionless
As I calmly wait with patience
’Till you’re done telling your mess
And I even check my breathing
Is my chest heaving too high?
So I start to breathe much slower
It ain’t easy but I try
As I watch you, I feel pity
Though you’re lying, I don’t hate
I can see you sinking deeper
Just by how much you gesticulate
And your eyes are now wide open
As if they’re peering in the dark
You are pleading for compassion
But your performance lacks the spark
And the silence gets confusing
You’re now distracted by my stare
And you’re running out of fuel
That kept you boxing with just air
Now your energy has left you
And you feel so tired and weak
And then you finally fall silent
So now I get my turn to speak.
Wendy Nipas
Copyright © Wendy Nipas | Year Posted 2018
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