He picks up the bottle, pours out of it a stream of bitter and slanderous lies. I stand for truth: I am bombarded, yet I stand, embattled, battle-hardened. The tirade of abuse hits like a hurricane, but my limbs are seasoned timber: I have weathered many storms.
Where there is hatred, let me bring love…
It’s a hard one to remember, in the midst of a storm, but remember it I must. If not, toxicity takes over, and my resolve crumbles into dust.
Bless those that curse you, bless, and curse not…
I turn the other cheek, but there’s a carving knife gripped tightly in my hand…
I didn’t say that I was going to use it.
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Written for dVerse
Tonight, Merril has given us a line from the poem ‘Planetarium’ by Adrienne Rich to incorporate into our short prose pieces:
“I am bombarded yet I stand.”
This was such a powerful statement that it took me in a very definite direction. Do visit Merril’s post to find out more about Adrienne Rich, and try the prompt for yourself!