Rant (Glad To See It Go) Poem by Stephen Thomas

And if you’d see it fit
To give me a chance to compose
A short subtle verse
A tree of life, perhaps
A breath of animation
To let you know I’m here
Cause, you’ll still feel
Me when you sleep
As you toss and turn
And grasp at air.
I can’t deny that, no,
But this is on your own head.
Don’t call me coward
When you never gave me chance enough
To express
Myself – the reasons why
And everything that’s happened
Leading up to this.
No, the true act of cowardess
Is to hide behind your silence
And your grief
So straighten up your bow
And shoot with steady aim.
I will not duck
I will not dodge
I will stand tall
To watch your arrow plummet
Toward the ground
And just beside my feet.
I know you’re hurting
So much pain beneath those eyes
But this is your own burden
For I have given you chance enough
And such as a match
Extinguishes into smoke,
I’m done with useless pain.
If you’ve got rage enough
To hear me
Then bawl and yell and scream
But do not block me out
As though I’ve nothing to say
Or else it’s truly over
And I’m glad to see it go