Elation and delight fill the body
Confidence like a pungent fragrance
Alerting all those around
The spider carrying doubt and fear arrives
Biting that same body
Spreading its toxic venom of lies
The words go through
Leaving bullet holes through fragile flesh
Is that what they think?
Do they say
I don’t understand what I have done wrong
Does the golden rule no longer apply?
Do I always have to be the bigger person?
To apologize first?
To be the only one who puts forth effort?
To be the only one who cares?
I think not.