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