HURT AND HURTFUL
I have been hurt before by mean words and actions
I have borne the cross when the mess was not my making
I have stayed away from folks and celebrations smarting within
I have been scorched by taunts and jibes for envious folks around
Manya and Athim by the scathing words have caused great grief and suffering
Every time Manya mentions M I hurt, she insinuates i'm her with an agenda
She suspects me and those connected with me as we belong to a different class
Her question to me about our child truly reflects her mistrust
Amma urges me to be tolerant and respectful not add to their lingering pain
He and I often fight, it has brought us closer each time, though perception of others vary
The way we make up reiterates to us, the deep passion that tempers our ties
We have mellowed and matured, we stand by each other always
We are growing to be the shoulder to lean on in troubled times and the first to share the thrills
He worries and cares and comforts me with his husky ENOUGH II' a half smile and a glint in the eye
I can hear the speaker and loud exchanges and I'm on high alert at the mention of my name
I hear bits and pieces and the tone and his look suggests that he' s fuming again
What have I done to cause this mess? Will i never be considered worthy of him?
I have tried my best to be his joy, delighting in him likewise
I need a shoulder to lean on now, a ear to listen to the happenings
A heart that beats and cares for me that does not indict me unilaterally.
Will it be Dad or Sam ? I cannot broach such matters at DII or with Akka and hear a I TOLD YOU SO.
Oh dear what do i do? How can i find my peace?