I know

I know it’s her way, processes she developed

Need to tell another, a check and balance

No guessing where I stand just a verdict at hand

I know it’s her way, now it has become mine

Letter written handed out

Judgements to be discussed

Remorse not in doubt

One is a start I know I need more

Looking back not an option

Simple to say, impossible to hurdle or sway

I know my process I know my fate

I know I love

I know I am loved

We will see if that is enough

It is said that love hurts

Then bring on that sentence

Nothing created will alleviate this heart from 

the prison of my making


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