Shot By An Angry Voice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in the line of fire, learning what it is to be shot
at by an angry voice.

Shutting out the words, feelings of hatred can still be heard
as it echoes and re-echoes throughout a mind.

Having no defense - having not done anything wrong - standing
there, wondering what's going on.

Accusations being flung from a common source, knowing they
are supposed to be hurting, turning inside out, putting up
brick walls to hide behind until the hurting torrent is gone.

Taking care not to attack someone's character is hard when
they're attacking yours.

Recognizing this fact, able to step back and be careful not
to join in and start hurting too.

Quietly trying to talk it out, while holding in ten tons of
tears is near to impossible and they sneak out into a voice
making it shaky while trying to keep control.

Knowing that friendship cannot take the hurt any longer,
it's tie is cut and broken, no longer having any effect, it
is discarded, never to be picked up again.

Even though all was forgiven right after it was said, the
anger, hurt and rejection can always be felt and remembered.