Revenge Needed Me

Revenge placed a hand on my shoulder
and gifted me three pebbles weighing a boulder
One pebble was silence,
which bruised my tongue.
another was insult,
it cracked my ribs.
The smallest pebble was patience,
it poisoned my sleep.

Revenge then thrust me a mirror
which revealed a complete stranger.
My eyes burned in dust,
showed my shadow heavier
dragging behind me like a chain.

Revenge needed me,
until it rose as vengeance.
I was not born a weapon
but it made me live as one.