Whisper

Apple wine and crackers

Tied up the potted mums

That had been destroyed by the dog

Brought the tomato plants in from the sunroom

Hand washed the dishes and swept the floor.

Normalcy returns when they hear my hurt

Relaxing into the ever after

Had my fill and then some

Some had meant to hurt

Putting their own pain and shame upon my head

Feeling better when they hit me

With their words 

Or their lack of words

Never again will I listen to the dogs bark their self-hatred

Never again will I perform like a dancing bear

Never again will you hurt us both with your

Clowning around, jolly antics, meant to have fun

That tempered and honed me even more

And what would happen to you if you were

Hardened and razor sharp?

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