Saving Grace

A poem about the volitle side to a relationship.

                                            Saving Grace



Why do my insides tighten and go numb?

Why does dread course through my body?

I hold my breath not knowing not to expect.

Or is it momentary and will leave

as quickly as it came.

My body steels for the confrontation

but my brain is screaming run away.

Yet I stay, facing the anger that is directed at me,

but not about me.

Where is my saving grace?

Or did he already try to save me

and I said no thanks.

Did I choose instead to brave the storm another day?

Honoring my committment.

After all I vowed to do so

didn't I?