The Sentence

If this part of my life is a sentence then its done, its over – the time has been served.

When I leave I will not take tiles, the paint on the walls, the births, the time.

I will walk and leave a lot behind.

But I take with me the essence of who I am I will always retain me.

You can whittle away, scrape away, swipe and try to marr me…

perhaps this is because never really relished all of me.

Loved? Tolerated – humiliated.

The compromise has run its course.

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