My fists are on fire

And my hearts pounding

My minds going round in circles

My belly is empty

Rumbling with the acid of my rage

From the remarks

I have had made

And I’m so proud

Of never standing down

There’s blood in my eyes and aching in my soul

Because love has never found me

 

I want it to stop

But I don’t seem able to say no

To the fingers that are pointing

At the reminders that are screaming

Inside my head

And the history that I have

Of the men that I have broken

 

But justice eludes me

And the beer it inflames me

Because I don’t want to admit

That I was laid low

By a man who should have known better

When I was young

And I carry the scars

From what was done

In the punching and the kicking

That I give to every son of a gun

Who looked at me

Because I still see the face of the man

With the belt and the fists

 

Until one day

I run out of steam

And am down on my knees

Pleading to be beaten for all I have done

And somebody says no

Reaches out a hand

And the face of bursting blistering curses

Explodes

And I am released by the words that slip out

Forgiven

And I find peace

At last