Stronger

I am... not surprised.
I am... not broken.

I am... responsible.
I am... aware.

I am... not ready.
I am... waiting for the end.

I am... not angry
not crying.
But sighing...again?

I do wonder.
The "why?"
and similar
Questions with no answer.

I feel spinning wheels.
I do feel betrayed.

But I don't... react.
Regret.
Or respond.

I just gather myself.

I gather my things...

My humor. My trust.
My conversation.
My dinners and breakfasts'.
My company. My time.
My positivity. My smiles.
My best wishes.
My winning tennis record.

I'm not sharing them with you anymore.
I'm taking my things and going home.
You don't know how to play nice.
You don't play well with others.
Or maybe.. too well with others?

You can keep the bracelet.

I'll burrow down in these blankets alone.
But not sad.
Breathing easy.
No phone calls tonight.
The sheets will stay in place.

Sweet sleep of a woman
who has grown today, and is tired
from the stretching, and pain that
comes with that growth.

I'll share my things with one
much more valiant than you.
You are damaged goods.
I am, and he will be, precious gold.

When the sun comes up tomorrow.
I will thank it.
I will learn something new.
Smiling the whole way.

:)