When I shift my posture, fold my arms and turn away it means I don’t want to hear it again.
I’ve been here done this for over 30 years and I know the pain I cause.
When I cross my legs and look at the floor the conversation is something dark to me.
I’ve been here done this for over 20 years and I know the pain I’ve lived.
When I excuse myself or just walk away the words are more traumatic than you will ever know.
I’ve been here done this for over 20 years and I know the pain I have yet to resolve.
When I sit forward in my seat, clasp my hands, and bounce my leg, it is something that I believe in but is being threatened.
I’ve been here before, I have seen it repeat itself over and over and I have no patience left.
When I stand up in a sitting crowd, muscles tense and ready to scream out loud, but instead I walk out of the room, it is because all that has gone forward has hit a dam, and all is being washed downstream in the collapse.
I’ve been here before, watched Ignorance lead the pack while Backbone shrivels and dies.