In the core of my being,
I kept quiet
In the midst of the abuse—
It started off simply.
Two down-to-earth souls with a dream.
Our dreams began to blow off steam.
The steams became too much for me.
I compromise, conform.
My mantle cracks—I start to melt.
It’s ok when it’s inside
Where maleficence resides.
I wither wills and boil.
Your stubborn statements never yield.
Your absolutes are bars of steel
I’m trapped within. I cannot win.
I simmer off slowly—
Short reactions, quips, and mumbles
Rumbles foreshadowing shattering
Retaliation long deserved consequences.
Out of the core of my being,
I can’t quiet
Anymore, so I diffuse—