I look at you
and see right through you
your taunts
painful as they hurt
no longer haunt me
like they used to
inside I have built a wall
so strong, so tall
that you cannot reach me
safely harbored here
my head I hold up high
for I am no longer
as weak as I though I was
I am a giant
bigger than you could ever be
now who’s the coward?
now who’s the weak one?
I am powerful and able
I break through your walls
like tissue paper
seizing your heart in my very grip
but do I become like you?
weak in that I take you life
for the pain you caused me
no.
I release you
tossing you to the floor
do I hate you
for what you’ve done?
do I wish to destroy
the measly life that is yours?
no.
I pity you.
in your weakness,
in that your life is empty
and mine is full
that I have dreams
and you only look
as far as your nose

© Johanna Fugitt 2017