Uncivil Drivel

Nameless and bruised.
Words release me.
He calls it drivel
My feelings uncivil.
Denied

A hard pressed thumb
I am strong yet weak…
at the knees.
I am sane.

Who I am is who I want to be.
I work out my truth.
I escape…
Scathed.

Gratitude and the travesties of life.
Reconciled in my heart…
I grow.