By Gavin Elden
Punches come in thick and fast
Physical blows dampened down in fabric
The softened bag absorbing it all in thuds
Emotionless it hangs there chained ready for more
Verbal hits come in thick and fast
They’re not physical but are hard to take yet I listen
I become a convenient dumping ground for off loading your woes
I have been chosen but did not ask for this
It’s one way traffic smashing in with frustration
The outer damage cannot be seen apart from a crease or two
Inside I rapidly try to process the jabs and fail to let them go
The digs never leave they become part of my being unseen
Lash out cut in spoil the positive mood
Once you are done walk away feeling a little lighter
You don’t realise the weight is still left behind heavy to carry
There is no retort I am mute in fear of hurting you more with truth