Discord

I feel the
stress cracks
housing my soul
widening with
every strike
of your vocal tones
shouting
without hearing
or considering
the pain
that you cause
as you
mumble jumble
your impenetrable
rage. Your
cold black
sounds ripple
irregularities
through the
daughter of
your cruel
rejections.
Keep the
strangers
that are okay
with the
venom that
drips from your
tongue.
There is
no pride
in hatred.
Long ago
I knew
I would never
be good enough.
Possibilities
of acceptance
was only
in my
imagination.

New intonations
remind me
that I am
rejected.
Our hearts
bleed the
same strands
of DNA.
Healing
is not
possible.
Forgiveness
is just
another
momentary lie.
Your continued
acidic discords of
“I don’t give a shit!”
and
“Because I say so!”
penetrate ancient
familial veins
poisoning hope.
I am no
longer your child
to be spoken
to however
you please.
I am the woman
you hoped
I would be
but fail to
recognize.
Respect works
two ways.
I am proud
of all that
I have become
even though
you continue to
sing my weaknesses
and still think me
“Too stupid to ever be anything.”
I am strong,
I fought great
wars to overcome
adversities yet
I continue
to rise.
Again I soar
above this too
and sing a song of now
looking only
into the next
silently
humming
“This too shall pass.”

Abigail D. Engel

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