You may be right
you may be wrong.
You may never have known me never ever,
And you don't get to say anything.
You are silence.
Not even squeaking.
Words you thought you were speaking
Just a momentary stirrings of the air.
You will be gone.
You were wrong.
opining you knew me.
We're not even strangers passing
through the dark night of the soul.
I was a nothing nothing
in your tiny tiny minds.
Made it so easy-peasy for you all to be
more than unkind.
All of the wailing hurricanes of hate you blew
There will be such a peace when you all
My emotional sense of self is wise and strong.
I know I know what's stink on stink.
And when a rose bush is a thorn bramble.
Standing it all alone in my own small light
that was the problem, wasn't it?
That was my fight,
the one you all objected to.
You stood together in one long line
and swallowed gulping darkness
then belched it out.
All of you were drowning in
your residual lake of anger
swirling doubts about who you were.
You tried to drown me
as you were drowning.
You think of me as a glimmer.
A dim reflection.
An annoying glare.
You misunderstand and misunderstood,
were not aware.
Or should I say
The light caught you by surprise.
It made you angry.
Now it takes too much of me
to hate the whole of you.
May your regiments soldier on
into your bad night
and hate me as you will. Your
cognitive dissonance does not inform,
it only wounds and confounds.
Together or separately,
you may continue to all fall down,
lick your pretended hurts.
I'm not listening.
I will no longer be your just deserts.
Copyright March 4, 2013 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells/Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World
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