"Prove Me Wrong"
Be thou the force that
gales cannot forestall.
And Make a mockery of my
accusations and mountains of evidence.
Spoken by myself
adorned with
Powered wig and steel-tipped toes
that know no silence.
Bring Nature's Will to bear
whilst thou art dragged into my personal
Hall of Injustice.
In shackles that my
Wounded Heart hath created
And where vengeance knoweth no end . . .
The only recourse is to plumb thy own
source of Reinvention
Without which
pleading falls no further than thy last broken promise.
Say Now
from the bottom of thy Soul
what can only be made real . . .
By casting out what Fate has given thee
and invoking a new way for
thine Heart to speak.
So go ahead,
prove me wrong.
Take those accusations and mountains of evidence
and boil them into an elixir
that Disorients and Frees thee.
And forge a new bond between our hearts
that shall never be broken again . . .
June 2023
