Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

Fault lines —
forever weak.
Naturally.
Meke from birth.

A lifetime of wrath, greed and misery,
Pressure always building.

My breath is my foundation,
Sturdy.
Growing strong ‘n steady with every unearthed detail.

I may rock,
but I won’t crumble.
Your forceful suffocation simply made me stronger.

I’m at your mercy no longer.

I know you’d hoped to see me fail,

fall.

Crumble like a Russian wall –
Drop into abysmal wails;
drown myself in a bath of self loathing tears,
cut my wrists on your sharp words at every inhale.
Give up.
Give in.
Apologize.
Overdose on defeat and misery.
Choke on the lies.

Well,
You aren’t as powerful as you think.
Even in your fiercest fury, I stand tall.
Regardless of the constant windy currents of passive, relentless rage,
I never sway.
My pride stays in tact.
I don’t change,
I don’t stall.

For I am worthy of surviving disaster.
Rebuilt on fear and certainty of failure.
Do your worst to me,
You’ll see,
I’m no longer in danger.
No danger at all.

My skeleton is rebar,
my heart is now protected.
Do your worst if you doubt I’m stronger.
Drench me in guilt and self pity.
I can take it.
Now.
I’m safe.
Your quaking fits phase me no longer.