His eyes burned through mine
And I trembled.
I was no match
For a grown man.
Whatever my actions called for less
Consequence that this.
I sat in my room crying and healing and
Dreaming of one day’s revenge.
Praying I’d grow strong enough
To give it back to him.
I lifted and fought
Grew stronger and tougher.
Waiting for my chance.
When I grew strong enough
To take him down
I had also grown wise enough
To look him in his eyes
And see the fire was gone.
I shook his hand instead.
2006-12-19
01:36:24
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Thank you for the kind words! It's encouraging to know someone enjoyed the product of my first night of writing poetry.
The 36:36 thing doesn't refer to a Bible verse, but to the time she was gone in hours and minutes.
Please email me at prestongoodman@yahoo.com if you'd like to discuss it further.
2006-12-19
18:44:06 ·
update #1