Limping but Unswayed
When I cannot get a word in edgewise in my own mind
Already chock full of splattered thoughts retched out of me
Lumpy words clogging my throat
Heart aching from an unnamed strain
The thread of my composure unraveling
‘Til patches of the hidden show through
As you protest at the obscenity of my bared soul
You tell me to show myself, to not be afraid
Yet you quake in annoyance at my truth
Cutting me off with a pitying smile
Canned repartee to silence my awkward ways
“If only she didn’t open her mouth”
It makes it so much harder to pretend
But I go on
And you, with your nervousness disguised as disdain
Soft spots prettied up with glittering thorns
Majestic in glib superiority
Needling me weary
I am limping but unswayed
Embrace the Paradox 