An assault of such force isevident, but resentment, slow
and stain-glassed in smiles,
destroys utterly, given time.
Small shrug of the shoulder,
I don't mind and I can do it and
No, really, it's fine feed the
trickle to torrent strength.
Torrent bowing the head, hunching
the shoulders, driving us into the
ground, blind and bent; broken.
Author's note: I was once married to a man who when we first met cautioned that we must, above all else, guard ourselves against resentment; then he started building a case against me. Eventually I gathered a satchel of them as well. Guess he was right.
Photo by Aubrey Bodine (1936)
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