The Horror of December 19

It started off as an ordinary day,

A meeting with the bosses, come what may,

But things took a turn, a sudden twist,

As my boss attacked me in the midst.

With pointed fingers and sharpened tongue,

He berated me, my pride undone,

My heart sank low, my face turned red,

As humiliation washed over my head.

But in the midst of the chaos and shame,

I found a glimmer of hope to sustain,

For though my boss brought me to my knees,

I rose again with newfound ease.

I brushed off the pain, stood up tall,

The horror of December 19 may appall,

But it can't break me, it can't define,

For I'll come out stronger, oh so divine.

So let the end rhymes and hopeful tone,

Be a reminder that I'm not alone,

For we can rise above any attack,

And come out stronger, that's a fact.