...You Don’t Know”
By: Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris
You don’t know my battle,
I shouldn’t even be moved by the things you say and do
You’re just angry because I am no longer your puppet
You can’t make me dance to the beat of your drum
Or sing the same old sad blues songs
You don’t know my pain,
I shouldn’t even be surprised by your lack of compassion
You’re just angry my thoughts are now elevated and you can’t control me
You can’t make me lose my cool
Or come apart at the seams anymore
You don’t know my new found joy,
I could have stayed in the box you created deeming it my grave
I could have become bitter, outraged, spiteful, vindictive and withdrawn
I could have decided love was a non-reality for me
But instead, I am elated to have found all the things you could not provide…
Self-worth, abundant peace, joy, hope, strength and the greatest love of all, deep within my own being
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