Resentment
causing discontentment
builds day by day
even if you don’t see it that way
It creeps
It crawls
those little things
that weren’t that small
sneaking into the cracks
but you didn’t see it stack
until one day you are buried
in a mountain of fury
that you didn’t express
and now you’ve created a mess
you carried it all too long
not knowing where your pain belonged
When you filled your empty plate
and realized it was your own poison you ate
This one rang a bell and pulled a trigger with me, Jane. Deep and provocative!
Jane, I know this kind of resentment. Sadly. And it's hard to extricate from. This is a strong poem!