The morning light was squinting
Through the bedroom shades
Few clouds in a sunny sky
The birds singing their serenades
Earl Grey in the teapot
A light breakfast prepared
Saying hello to the day
I thought I was prepared
It happened again
Without any warning
The monster reared its head
Leaving me in mourning
A verbal attack came
From nowhere I could see
Blindsided as usual
While I was drinking my tea
I said I was feeling better
Not a complaint or a question
Yesterday experiencing something minor
A simple statement, not aggression
Then how do I become
the target of your onslaught?
I didn’t do what you suggested
Is that really a fault?
Your words of anger
So hurtful and debilitating
You are angry because what?
I feel like it’s baiting
You are looking for a fight
I never know why
I am so totally unprepared
I have no battle cry
Your reactions to statements
Are so unbelievably strange
You attack and become the victim
Setting a scene to derange
Trying to wrap my arms
Around your state of mind
Incognizant of my own pain
It is you I have to find
Know suggestions can be useful
They are offered to awaken
Like opinions they cost nothing
Don’t be surprised if not taken
If I need help I would ask
If I need a doctor I would deduce
If I need support I would expect
What I don’t need is verbal abuse
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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