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This disrespectful concern
That aims to ease
And hopes to heal
But instead, excruciatingly reminds

Oh hopelessness of convictions!
Burning bright but with no heat
A façade of determination
Of a will that “will not”

The downpour of advice
Unsolicited and unending
Making a mockery
Of all that should have been

Gossip, insults and passing opinions
Bludgeoning this battered resolve
The constant rain of stories
Of the she-devil I know so intimately

This blunt breathless trauma in my heart
From seeing and knowing
What my blind ignorance cannot dismiss
Telling me I shall not achieve peace… not just yet.