Fire & Ice


I thought that my raw emotions

Anger

Hurt

Fear

Regret

That if I cast them out and allowed others to see them or feel them

They would stop haunting me and let me live like everyone else

If the men who I had feelings for but couldn’t return the same

Family that took me for granted and I them

The long line of potential employers who never gave me a chance

The well balanced so called friend who found time for me only when they were in need

I thought that if I bled it all out and they read what I was struggling with

Maybe just maybe I would be cut some slack

Be heard

Be read

Be given a chance

I wonder if all my anger and my hurt that I convey paints me in the wrong light

Then after a collision with the wrong person

Me letting my guard down and being made a fool

I think the fire that sprays from my lips is more than appropriet

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