Honest rage brings a woman trouble
Ceases to be cute
Loud voices then refute
pittances of praise flung from the bubble

A day of lies
A day of breaking ties
A day of breaking down to cry
over you and everyone else

You are trapped in the past
Someplace where you were last
deemed right, correct and just
So you stay there because you must

I understand, the volatile world terrifies you
But I've stopped being afraid
of loneliness
and the sorrow you give me feels normal now

Love is a certainty
Understanding is not
A woman's hot rage
A man's blankly turned page

There are moments
When the entirety of everything is useless
And others - rare
When beauty strips my soul bare

Pared down to its essence
This battle is useless
There is no justice
Only a deep, aching hurt

What respite will consciousness bring?
Will we rise above this awful thing?
A clearing away of the rain
Soaking and cleansing the pain