Friday, May 9, 2014


I can pretend your words don't hurt,
the old "fake it 'til you make it"

The truth is much different

I ponder ambiguously
whether or not
to feign indifference,
unless inquired to opine

I was stunned, shocked,
silenced, disturbed
by your severe wielding

"Elementary social skills."
"Intent to harm."
"Lacking nuance."

Each accusation,
three fingers pointing backward
toward their assailant

All prompted by a difference of opinion

An opinion that disagreed with two
"blanket statements"
I guess I should have stated "broad-stroke,"
instead of "blanket"

Perhaps my text was unclear
I apologized to you,
informing you insult was not my intent

But even then, my so-called insult
was not deserving of your daggers

I refuse to
walk on eggshells
in your presence

I feel I must muster
the resolve
to address your allegations
when we are face to face

It will not be easy for me

I pray to any god who may exist
that behind closed doors
you exact no similar harm
toward my loved one

Another fucking growth opportunity



Anonymous said...

Funny! If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I must have had one h of a ride in the last life that I'm making up for now, lol. db

oneperson said...


Carol responds almost a year later. :D

I'm with you!