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There are some words that just can’t pass my lips, 
Looks that could never fill my eyes.   
Standing on this shore means I’ve come to grips   
With what our core contrast implies. 
 
How could I have known that your steady stream 
Concealed an undertow that would pull me down? 
Did you watch from the rocks? Did your eyes gleam 
With satisfaction as I fought not to drown? 
 

Well, whatever of me you took for granted  

Only strengthened my resolve with every breath. 

I grabbed a low branch from a tree I planted  

And remembered there are different kinds of death. 

 
Because I took time to strengthen its roots 
I was encircled by the garden I tended. 
Now I’m steady on my feet bearing its fruits 
Realizing some challenges are better ended. 
 
I won’t forget how you looked right through me 
Or the cruel things you said, 
But they’re integral parts of the story 
Where I choose life instead. 
 
I’d wish you ill, but I hold my line - 
You’ve lost your way, but I’ll still walk mine.