She was bent up, pent up

Like sardines in a can

Sailed into the office like a whale in the sea

Irate, ornery, there to meet with me

Her hair was bright blonde

She wore a red hat

It reminded me of the sun

Everything in her path became undone

Cruella Deville, the Grinch, a twister

I talked but mostly listened, knowing I couldn’t fix her

Her words scathed

As the clocked ticked

I sat tall, I wasn’t afraid

I figured my efforts weren’t worth a lick

Bottled up complaints, disgust, rage – I took it all

Offered a few soft words of consolation

A gentle whisper in her whirlwind of frustration

Sneakily, I did my job

My joy and peace weren’t robbed

It’s not easy

I know she’s been through a lot

I can’t fix her – I can’t fix it

She’s cantankerous

On fire

One I wouldn’t trust

She stormed on out and away

But in a strange way I felt lighter

To the beast I didn’t give in

To the melting pot of gloom, malaise, and despair

I let her go because I am forgiven