…. i am under attack! My attackers have rounded in on me. Who will fight for me? Who will take my side? Who will feel my pain? Who will hear my groan? Who will see it the way I see it? Who will understand? Who will emphathise? I spoke, none heard. I shouted, but none heard, I cried, none saw the tears, I screamed and it fell on deaf ears. I lamented, it was as good as it never happened. I explained, narrated, I really shouldn’t have bothered, it went no where, absolutely no where.
Where is my love? I cried. Where is my respect? I gave it, why ain’t I getting it back. When my turn came, how come it is finished. I sowed, why ain’t I reaping? “No, I can’t accept this, it is not fair” I lamented. And then she responded, “you are cared for in a way you don’t understand or realise”. She is right, I don’t understand, realise or feel any of it. I feel left alone, unsupported, unaided, undervalued, misunderstood and disrespected.
I rest!
Beautiful Ivory 