Not Done Yet

This is where you get to hurt me

Where you get to say

Every mean thing

That enters your mind

You can scream and shout

To your heart’s content

You can curse my name

Until you have run out of words

And I will stand here silently

And take it

Until your anger has

Burnt itself out

And when the rage is over

I will speak to you calmly

And ask quite seriously

Are you done yet?

Writing Unbound