He tries my patience so, Vomitting fire all the time, I have to say no, I think. I have to give it back to him. Bile rises in my throat Threatening to spill out But I cannot be like him Pathetic Irrational like him So, I calm my nerves I try to tell myself, I am not him, and I cannot be like him I think of my gods Of a serene place to erase the screams. But I cannot but wonder, I have become like the women I help I tell them stand up, for the self, not take any shit from any man's manliness I tell them not to suffer I tell them to take hold of their lives But here I am trying hard to think of a serene place, to erase the screams.
That, which has a beginning has an end. That, which is limitless and infinite is without a beginning and without an end.