Diary Of The Avenger Poem by Je'free Y .

Diary Of The Avenger



Let me place a period to yesterday's
Statements of hurt and abandonment.
Today and onward, I write on my journal
In my toughest armor, my calloused fingers.
Call me the jaded autobiographer,
The heartless author, or whatever you will,
But if you read through my history,
You will comprehend this new shrewd,
And comical perspective.

Let me replace the question mark
With an exclamation point at the end of joy!
Being the grammar master of my book,
I choose to adapt to the language of survival.
Few pages remain, and if I seem extreme,
Or selfish, then you can hate me for all you want.
I may even cause you to write about your pain I bring,
But I will not shed an ink to pen any kind
Of personal grief.

Maybe, in time, I will not take
My defense mechanism this far;
And master the antonyms of words like angst,
Rage, and vengeance clogging up my heart.
I may wear this hard, protective facade,
But underneath the surface, my core is tender.
In this diary of mine, a few blank leaves are open,
Anticipating the confessions of a forgiver, of a lover.

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