Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Punching bag

The tears catch up to me in the car
Forcefully, finally
After two weeks of chasing

My hate and fear pour out
Big toxic puddle
And Andrew stirs in insight and understanding
When I drink it back up, it’s not so bitter
He says, They’re just miserable old women
Living miserable lives
And I am young and loved and hopeful

It’s hard to be human and good
To speak with love when spitefully bitten
Take a punch from someone who needs to throw one
See the good in people when they hide it away

But I am learning, slowly.

1 comment:

Abbas said...

What inspired this?