If I could curl right now,
Curl inward in any way,
I don't feel like the empowered woman who walked out of those ivy clung iron gates to hell.
No I feel like the child shivering under the play set because she was too scared to go inside.
But I know.
I know you have no control of me.
The weak places have broken and healed back strong.
The heart that often gave out is an eternal drum rounding out each note to the sonata of my life.
I don't know how
When you use that tone these iron jointed knees turn to jelly
And you ask me what’s wrong
And I say absolutely nothing
Because I know what will come off this spitting fire tongue is a whimper.
I wish you knew what you did.
And I wish you were ashamed
Because I fused my spine with iron but you're pulling that rug right from under me
And it only makes me hate you more