The She

She wounded me with her words.

Her arrogance…disgusts me

Her ignorance…annoys me

Her pride…kills me

I forgive her…difficult to forget…I’m reminded sometimes

I think I’m better than her…I’m prideful.

I think she unwise in her decisions…I’m judgmental.

I think a lot of things about her….I never see her.

What would I say to her?

She never cares…her emotional ignorance is irking

When I see her I think about it…

Yes, she wounded me

I’m healed.

I’m FREE

 

 

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