Weakness
My friend you came to be
Never thought you’d lift your hand to me
The anger that filled your eyes
Was it me whom you despised
A striking pain upon my cheek
It was you who made me weak
Cowardly it was of me
You would never set me free
That anger and rage
Words not on my page
I love you was not said
For that I had bled
Today I look back
I see what I lacked
Courage to say no
To get up and go
poem by Michelle Vergottini
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