The mornings that you’ve taken up
The burden before you register
All the fights leave too many blisters
Before you even wake up.
And it’s never a learned lesson,
Never the distress of hindering blessing,
Never the ‘communication\',
That patches this wound up.
It’s the teary-eyed regret,
The shame with no companions left,
A spontaneous and deliberate composition,
That balms the pain of hostility and rejection…