Life is mostly being stuck in a series of battlefields, time to seek out safer spaces perhaps

The exploding quiet of the crucial revelation
The casual cruel calm of the unsubtle put-down
I flew into my internal
Been there ever since
What to do, what to say
When you find you are a paralyzed plaything
Rather than a respected equal
Thing is
I do not crave the noise and the bustle
The fraught confrontation
Demands, ultimatums,
Hungry hissy fits and showstopper tantrums
So step back, let it play out
Observe rather than join
Something important lost with the insults
The power games strut
Insist that I dance
I don’t dance anymore
I will not be a destroyer of things
Not this time
Our building is fragile
And the wind blows angry and harsh
Pushed out into weather
Cold bitter rain
And no damn umbrella
Take a deep breath and wait for the stillness
Close my eyes and begin to forget
I had hoped that things would change
But know that they won’t
In this
Exploding quiet
Of the crucial revelation.
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