Defending My Friend

Rage can be a fuel
as good as love —
and in this case love
was involved,
fuelling my rage.

The mind-game player
the manipulator,
had her so twisted
so torn in pieces
she got cancer.

Managed to turn
and survive that. Finally
kicked him out of her life.
But he didn’t quite go.
He devised torments.

Don’t tell me words
can’t hurt — delivered
from ambush
with shock value,
designed to drive her insane.

They were doing that.
Until I made it stop.
Well I don’t do hex, I prefer
working with Love. But needs be,
I can bind and it will stick.

He moved suddenly
across the world.
She spotted him on facebook
years later, gone to fat;
laughed, shrugged and forgot.


30 Poems in 30 Days, 2010: 20
A poem about defending yourself or someone else.