I have every reason to feel the frustration from past hurts
I can't do this alone or pretend any more
The illusion of comfort in denial or sacrifice is no longer mine
There is no shame in my suffering -- no healing in silent self-torment
It is here at the surreal crossroads of the "soul search" where dawning truth meets the anguish of overwhelming resistance in mind over matter that I can finally wake up, change my mind, let go of what no longer works or own my losses or choices
I am not doomed to continue to build up a shield of romatic defenses, over time
I will cry, I will fall for it again, all in the name of love
But I will let go of you
