Here I Go Again

Dear Readers, The Passionate Psychiatrist is back—and yours truly promises to unleash raw emotion as ferociously as ever before! For what is life if we cannot hurl each sentiment to its most unbridled height, and watch it echo through the hollow, confined walls of this lesser world that cages us?

After all, I grow weary, my love, of the thousand ways you wound me …..

Here I go again—

cast out by the venom of your cruelty,

the shadow you flung over me

As if I could be annihilated!

You thought I’d break?

That I’d twist myself into your shame,

take your blame,

let your sins slide by in silence…

But here you are—

diminished, dismissed yet again,

Didn’t think that I would rise from the ruins

you left behind.

I’m waiting, oh love—

As a snake curled in the hush of night,

ready to strike

with a truth you’ll never see coming.

You won’t even flinch

until the poison blooms beneath your skin,

until my hand—one last time—

brushes your face

and the cold of justice jolts you.

You’ll tremble

under the weight of all you denied.

My face will haunt the corners of your mind

as the tears you never wept

finally spill down—

and my face flashes before your glazed eyes.

This time,

Your reckoning wears My face oh beloved.

~ Passionate Psychiatrist