where do you find the grace
to let words silently slip away.
to take the proverbial high road
and let them go unsaid.
I am a Scorpio and so infused
with a wicked venomous tongue.
poised to strike at the intruder
who has come into my realm.
double edged and sharp as a knife
I wield a steely pen.
I know how to use it for evil
though I try so hard to do good.
I don’t know how not to react
the sting of the piercing of flesh.
not even just when it is mine
I will defend you to the death.
when injured I will tear into you
and slowly wear you down.
piece by piece I will devour
any lingering wounds.
I cut from the inside as I know you
you told me all of your lies.
I listened intently as I always do
I love even stronger than I hate.
it’s not a thing that I am proud of
please don’t get me wrong.
it’s a warning of sorts that my wicked nature
is not always mine to control.
I don’t take pleasure in staring
at this side of me in the glass.
that mocking grin and evil smile
always staring back.
it seems that few else ever see her though
that she makes her attack under veil.
hiding hidden attacks and suicide bombs
in a package of pretty words.
they always come back to haunt me
while I lie awake at night.
and regret and sorrow cover me
like a heavy leaden cloak.
the evil doesn’t live at the heart of me
defining who I am.
that is why I am telling you this
I want to learn to live with grace.