I won’t
I promised
Not to cry and
That’s what I’ll do
You won’t hear from me
The way your words slashed
Like a knife cutting my heart open
I won’t give you the satisfaction you crave
As you clawed at my heart with spidery pincers
I am strong as I laugh through the winds howling
I am unruly as you play peek-a-boo with my eyes
Are you finally done, with your surprises a plenty?

Now relax, for it’s my turn to wow and I guarantee

That we shall have more than your so-called ‘fun’
For, the prickly vines of your sweet poison ivy
stab you before crumbling down as sand

There’s no symbol of your failure

Save a teardrop that is shed

And, I am at peace.

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Anagha Aglawe, English poetry writer at Ameya

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