The Quiet Rage…I stand before you humbled by a disease that has eaten the very foundation that helped me to survive my childhood. Hollowed out, nothing much is left of the person that once loved unconditionally. I stand before you wanting to ravage your soul, but I swallow my rage, for I do not want to show you my weakness. A weakness that allowed me to let you in and give me this disease. Do you even see what has become of me? Perhaps not, perhaps you never truly cared, used then discarded like trash. No thoughts of me, the human being. Silently, I cry…. For it will all end the very same way. Love, passion and friendship are no longer part of my needs. Silently I retreat, gathering the parts of me to be hidden away from human contact. Damn, I HATE YOU ALL!!!!
Poem by: Beryl
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