Qualm / POEM

I feel the toxicity
right there on your shoulders
& I feel their nonsense words
 shattered,  spoken,
like a sword, they pierce my body
vulnerable, weakened

& they tear me off,
   leave me in awe of
both my magnificence and
their pathetic despair.

It drives me mad
& it destroys me with a qualm of
  faintness
 even though it takes me to
 the place I'd been before, hush!
Silence! there might
be a blessing in disguise.