Volatile Is Hurt; involatile Are It's Effects. Poem by Gerald Opio

Think what you like,
irrationality describes you.
Uncouth you proceed to be,
even after inflicting hurt.

Trivialising the gravity of the hurt,
you imparted on a sackless soul.
No iota of remorse whatsoever,
just because I moved on.

With all my brokenness.
After sobbing for days,
renting my garments
and wallowing in despair.
For God knows how long.

Now you stand in front of me,
just because you see me smile,
a smile that took me ages to garner courage for.
You think that all is well,
that I am fine.

Yet the scars of the hurt you inflicted on me,
are still fresh.
The effects were severe.
Yes, the pain ceased to exist;
But the effects still haunt me.

Volatile was the hurt;
But Involatile,
were it's adverse effects.
Henceforth they still live with me,
With no hopes of relinquishing.