Patience

How I try not to Implode

Neutral I am not.

There are days when I feel like screaming, give up and not make an effort to respond.

Thank my patience for that not happening.

Having no outer voice

doesn’t silence the one inside.

That voice is strong.

That voice is deep and commanding.

It breaks like water on the rocks.

Least of all,

it is weak.

How that voice screams

at every injustice.

Like a growling harpie

eyeballing a mere mortal,

I would destroy you

in biblical times.

So you see,

my patience is not really

patience,

It’s a biding of my time.

My patience is a dance

on the edge of a blade.

My patience is a grand heist in the works

at the bank.

And some day soon,

my patience is going to run out.