And I felt it

The rubber band

Wrapped around my ribs

Pulling me back



Struggling against the swelling distance

Holding on


Knowing that eventually

The band will break.

       – Leaving

Do not mistake my silence

As assent,

Or misread my calm

As approval.

I have spent decades

Holding back,

Building a barricade

To keep the storm contained

I did not want to be “hysterical”

But I am

I am a fire in a gust of wind

Wild and free


Step back while I scorch the Earth.

It is time