Gall

Too soon she learned the ways

Of constraint and reserve,

Rehersed sweetness and

A dignity well conserved.

  

Yet every now and then

She just couldnt ignore,

A surge of bitterness

That had to be endured.

  

For when the bitter bile,

Claimed every molecule,

They saw- vain and vile

An object of ridicule.

  

However righteous the rage,

However strong her cause,

There’s no place for grievances

In a lady’s entourage.

  

So she sucked in her poisons

Tucked away the bitter gall

A sugar laden tongue

Yellowed, but loved by all.

  

©Sai

7/1/21

Pic credit: Ivan Bandura (Unsplash)