Zywa Forgiven

I stayed
to finish work
the corridor is dark

with familiar lights
red and blue, vigilantly
the devices are blinking

It's the last time
I'm leaving, disappointed
I write everything down

and then I tear it up
the evidence
declared unneeded

my tears have dried
I have chosen
to be who I want to be, I

choose to live

Poem 2017
Amsterdam, 2019-01-07

Acceptance of your own destiny and that of the person who treats you badly
Collection: Bruises 
Keyword: Choice 
Dedicated to: Libby CF 
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