Lashes of the tongue cut deep into the chambers of the memory.
You stood there too many times reminding me of what a mistake I was. You stood there with anger dripping from your heart like it’s my fault for whatever it is that’s bothering you! For many lashes you have dealt, I could feel the tears lining up, your heart harbored anger for what? But you know what? I forgave you as the scars sank in it made me stronger than you could think.
Beula Kapp an aspiring writer who enjoys reading and writing poetry and short stories.