I Would Complain Poem

I would complain about a trial of temporary proportions.

Thinking having the emotions written in words would bring me comfort.

I would have spiraled into a corner of self guilt.

If it wasn’t for my inner self knowing the best thing to do.

Which was to keep going despite being incredibly hurt.

Playing tag with my emotional fear.

Of my dreams being unaccounted for.

Where was the loyalty to the cause?

The faith for the odds?

The trust in the bond?

I imagined he hadn’t questioned my worth.

It wasn’t bad enough I sat daily thinking.

Of the reasons I cared.

And the ways I could get by with not caring.

Not giving him the time he doesn’t deserve.

I gave into the wealth of disregard.

In the bedroom for my girth,

He did not appreciate.

The striped resilient goddess of strength.

Bestowing affections of caramel cushion skin.

Enter my rebirth.

I delivered myself from flames of rejection.

In the face of a psychologically thrilling empire.

That tore me down.

I built myself back up.

And embarked on my journey to discover.

My vision had been blurred.