The first poem since I got live journay ::warning do not read if you are a unhappy puppy
Not the night that is before me
Not the morning full of regret
Not the hope that he adores me
Nor the lies of neglect
Perhaps the signs show he cares
Perhaps the words mean he feels
Perhaps the hurts will forgive me
Perhaps the irony is complete
I will not settle for no answer
I will not rest until I am weak
I will not give in to easy solutions
I will not peek until he is asleep
I have now gained my complete freedom
I have now rushed those pearly gates
I have now past the physical hardness
I have now laid me down to rest