Broken Soul

Why don’t I cry?

Why don’t I yell?

Why can’t I scream,

hit, throw things?

I walked away

in the blink of an eye

No time to think

An instant decision made

My final act

of rebellious pride.

I can’t believe I did it.

so unlike me

Where is my need

to grovel at your feet?

Maybe I’m stronger

than I’ve been led to believe.

How much was your doing?

Did I call myself incapable?

Did you help me feel that way?

What do I do with 33 years?

What have you done,

you broken soul?