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