One Day     (3/7/00)

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The salt water dwelling in my five year old eye

Is backed by the story of a unique friendship.

A friendship where my fragile soul is badgered by a cruel abuser ,

Who laughs at my despair and agonizes when faced with my victory.


Yet through the torture I force the confidence:

One day she’ll regret.

One day she will harm only herself.

All hope of a companion she will repel with her callous ways.

This very thought is my consolation and reassurance.


"One Day" has come, and my prophecy is an actuality.

Yet revenge sits uneasily in my stomach,

And I find myself extending a hand to assist the enemy.

Ironic, that when the tables are finally turned,

a sensitive soul falls into the trap of character.