Contrary

The one meant to love me,
had hate for me too.
Swaying what I see,
controlling my views.

Have you ever heard words,
that felt like a punch?

The energy sprayed,
all covered with blades,
cutting through my heart,
splitting me apart,
shooting like a gun,
leaves me feeling stunned.

Bruise into my mind,
biting deep inside,
chewing at my pride,
actions undefined,
a fingerless touch,
delivers the punch.

Then hold me so sweet,
offer many treats,
sweep me off my feet,
I flow like the breeze.

Have you ever heard words
meant to feel like love?

The words I now hear,
erase all my fears.
all sent from above,
fly in like a dove,
they flutter inside,
bring in butterflies.

They give me a hug,
that fits like a glove,
then sing in my ears,
my eyes fill with tears,
my hopes start to fly,
reaching past the sky.

I land on both feet,
words fall on their knees,
seeking no amends,
knowing this now ends.

The knots all untie,
I say my good byes.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy