I reserve the right to withhold mercy
I do not relinquish anger
you do not have my forgiveness
you took away
the comfort of my skin
the safety of familiar streets
the peace in the night
the ease of touch
the friendliness of the world
the ready smile
the butterflies of thought
your shadows walk with me
the jagged edges of sudden movements
the sharp angles of unexpected sounds
the frost in the blood
when someone walks behind unseen
the neck so tense it’s about to break
the mind collapsing like a broken umbrella
I claw my way back
into the sunshine
each day
the anger propels me
you robbed me of so much
you’ll get nothing more
you, all of you, don’t get to win
as to the rest of you
don’t you dare
it’s not your place to absolve have mercy or forgive
in my name
you don’t get the right to speak
for the damaged beaten abused hurt
for yourself do what you have to do
whatever brings you peace
but I
withhold mercy
I don’t relinquish anger
and I do not forgive
booleanlogically 
Beautiful.
Thank you. That one was a bit hard to write.
Powerful words. It touched me on so many levels.
Thank you Teresa, that means a lot.
This is very profound, beautiful work! I share writers on my blog once a week, would you mind if I shared this piece next week?
Thank you, you’re very kind. It took a bit out of me, to write this one. And yes, you can share it if you’d like.
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