Quake

Now I know
I see the jerk
I see the contrasts of capable and
the honesty of quirk

But I don’t back away.

I see the scramble to concede
the carelessness of boast
the candor of your most
executed goals

But I don’t back away.

I see the awful in your mist
the pain grasping you in its fist
the terror of losing
all too fumbled and controlled

But I don’t back away.

I won’t walk from your arrogance
Or gloat in your cringe
I want pain over disrespect
I want tough conversations.

I remain in your presence
to watch what you do next.

I shake with the surety of unsure
but quake with my faith

in you.

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