{Poetry}: Day Twenty-Two: Something that Upsets You

Having been trampled on for years,
I never will forget the feeling
of his treads on the bridge of my nose.
(I’m tired of crying, sick of feeling helpless.
It’s time to start fighting.)

They say I’m a warrior,
I’m a fighter,
I’m a survivor.

My claws are out.
I’m sorry I didn’t fight
sooner,
but it’s never too late.

I’m prepared to rip him
to shreds with my words.
Cut him up with my poems.
Ribbon him with my metaphors.

(It angers me I never fought back.
It upsets me I never clawed my way out
of that jail cell I occupied.
It infuriates me I surrendered so easily.)

Instead of fighting with tooth & nail,
it’s time to stop the regrets,
and pick up the sword of truth

and fight.

-L.G.

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