I had a nervous breakdown yesterday
Howled with anguish so intense
That I collapsed on the floor
Not that you care
You’ve made that perfectly clear
But I wanted you to know
That I’m not OK
Because I’m sure
You’re telling yourself
That I am
And agreeing with yourself
As you do
But I’m not
And I suppose I want you to know
In the hopes
That you’ll wake up
And change course
And show up
And rise to the occasion
The way I’ve been hoping praying
For well over a year now
That you’ll rise to the occasion
But you haven’t
And I suppose that means
You won’t
So I am left with the fallout
Of your callousness cruelty
And narcissistic indifference to it all
Conveniently oblivious
To the destruction
Left in your wake
Because you call it passivity
As if non-action
Could not be violence
Meanwhile I am devastated crushed
By your cold stone silence
With its utter disregard
Of who we have been to each other
And the world we created together
As if none of it mattered
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