Such love and such rage
One moment spent in adore and the next in complete hurt
Feeling stripped of any voice and ability to disable harmful behaviour
Speaking loudly and with perfect clarity internally but outwardly left a complete mute
And then in all irony and with a placid disposition, agreeing as one speaks of the hardships of speaking up and communicating properly.
Oh the glorious frustration
Is it dependence or discipline that sustains the inward dismay?
Not knowing the out come the only clear path is surly this,
In which way will you behave while you wait to understand that grace isn’t an excuse or exception for being disregarded?