Should I be guilty,
For just envisaging,
The act of turning away my gaze?
Picking up my belongings?
Storming out with rage?
Slamming the door shut?
Sending out the loudest thud?
This burden of preserving connections,
Ignoring the rancour mashing my belly,
Has created an emotional bankruptcy,
In my heart, mind and gut.
I can only pray for more patience,
To get on each day separately.
Until I’m shaken up by a level of madness,
That drives me free from your clutches.
Written for The Daily Prompt: Connection