A Storm of Emotion

Karma

How did it feel to walk into the lion's den,
Without knowing what you would find there?
Or that you had even arrived there at all?

How did it feel to be alone and powerless,
In the face of a human you needed to ruin,
To perhaps, feel like more of a 'man'?

How did it feel to see I had risen from the ashes,
To which you sought to reduce me?
How did it feel to see that I had accomplished
Everything you never believed I could do?

I saw it in your face as your jaw hit the floor.
We didn't speak or acknowledge each other
As you absorbed all of my hard earned success.
Pleasantries didn't need to be exchanged
For you to comprehend the leaps and bounds,
I've traversed since I left your sorry ass.

With the pure toxicity of your very existence
Banished completely from my life
I found a way to soar from
The depths to which you'd dragged me.

I shed the weight and I worked on my mentality.
I left home and kept the animals you so disliked.
I rekindled my passions and let them ground me.
I found myself within the pages of my books,
And the carefully thought out hand written stories
You could never be bothered to read.

I found companionship in a man
Who wants to see me thrive.
A man not only capable of handling
The wildfire that is my soul,
But who will freely fan the flames,
And encourage my pursuit of growth.

So, how did it feel to be a victim of Karma,
In a fraction of the way I was a victim to you?
Standing in my kitchen with your jaw slack,
As if you were the neanderthal you made me out to be?
How did it feel to see me become the woman I tried to grow into,
While smothered beneath your thumb?