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 out
the knife embedded in my chest.

I then look straight up and know
you gave me the strength to be strong
against them.

I motion for another cup. I look out this window,
head held high, knowing I will, I will…

(c) Kimber Michaela