The sound of your voice still rattles in my head.
The effects are slowly but surely becoming dead.
The triggers you brought always through my heart were shot.
But now, your deceitful lies have all been quickly caught.
The murmur of your tongue is fading from my mind.
The impact of your facade dissipates like scattered grind.
One look, one word, no matter the hour, I’m still taken back.
Yet, I fight and I claw to resist the seducing hatred that only brings me lack.
Oh, how I wish to cry, to scream, to vent out to all the world.
I want to demand justice and deny your pleasantries that swirled.
I fight my own daggers, realizing bitterness is not the answer.
Gall cannot bring life, my bones it will eat like a cancer.
So, I walk away, never seeking retribution or the slightest reconstruction.
I will wait for time to tell and truth to shine before my souls gives to abduction.
I cannot be free from the memories that bring pain, but I can sing.
I can praise my God for His goodness and grace, for the life He will bring.
Penned – MG – 3/1/20