Must I now fall prey to your diminution
of my very existence,
simply because I am not blind to your faults,
for you I have resistance.
You see its you who made me better,
you defined my worth,
This you did when the choice was to
treat me like the scum of the earth.
In your twisted mind it was meant to
compromise my composure,
yet it built me up and now I have
been released from your enclosure.
Not another hackle will be raised
about the price you put on love.
I wanted to be respected but all you saw
was that spooney girl you dreamed of.
There is no gaderene path that
leads to hearts everlasting,
and the myriad tears you might now shed
can't make me conceive of what you're asking.
When love was never defined
it can so easily be lost,
but when love brings too much pain,
it can never heal enough to pay the cost.
marjorie joyce leslie
02/24/09
Silver trophy winner
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Avril
"myriad of tears" myriad stands alone, suggest delete 'of,' then adjust line meter accordingly: how about-- "and the myriad tears you might now shed"
