Promise

Jennifer Paige©2000

I attempt patience.

I do not prevail,

     Swept up in a whirlwind of red rage.

I am not calm.

I wear its facade

     like Sunday mornings before a tempest.

I fear breathing deeply.

I am afraid of who I may swallow

     to fill this emptiness inside.

Something has to fill it.

Someone must sacrifice.

     It will not be me this time.

I am aching.

Inside I throb.

     But you will not see it there.

I am angry.

I have a beast,

     And I have pitted it against you now.

I am weeping.

I am betrayed,

     For I believed in grace and trust.

Did you honestly lie to me?

Did you disappoint me?

     You will do better next time...

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