Tuesday, 28 January 2014

For All Those Who Have Been Humiliated

I’ve been holding out
Believing that patience is a virtue
When, in truth, I am beyond frustration

To save you from the offence of having to take me as I am
I died a little every day

I toned myself down, made myself smaller
Dulled it all a little
No stride, no demands
I went underground
Thinking I’d find solace in the subterranean depths

Except: this cannot be contained or constrained
Nor should it be

This is what no-one could see
This is what was hidden

Now, out in the daylight, blinking a little uncertainly
Yet breathing that much more easily
I’m thankful.

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