I will


I will not look up.
I will not give them the satisfaction
of knowing how deep the knife went
into my heart.

I will sit and finish this cup and
maybe have another.

I do not look up as they stand outside
the window, staring and mocking.
I will not ask for vengeance.
When they are gone I pull
what they embedded in my chest.
I look straight up and
know you gave me strength by your actions.
I motion for another cup.
I look out the window, head held high.
Now I will, now I will.

Kimber Michaela 2012

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