Wednesday, June 4, 2025

fighting (with gratitude to the journey by Mary Oliver)

we pass it back and forth 

like a hot potato

and it burns oh how it burns

a pair of hypocrites

causing each other pain

you yell, I ignore

you ignore, I yell (in my mind, not at you. I am an adult).


I wish it were different

the anxiety of setting a boundary

is harsher than whiplash

slaps you in the face

forget it forget it forget it

like me like me like me

choose me choose me choose me

but if I betray myself

despite all the pressure you put on me

the only person I have to blame

the person who most suffers

is me


and it is only my life

that I can save.


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