To Be True

Past the unplanned detour,
Past the danger,
The political interests,
The uncomfortability of the uphill rock road on stiletto heels.

Past the psychological games,
The oppression,
The abuse,
The fear,

I decided to break free.
And he was still there, waiting patiently for me,
Ever so tender-, and faithfully.
When too late, I'd believed I would be.

by Piccola Scimmia

Comments (1)

I like it, thanks, good writing.