Whatever the Case May Be

I rest my case now,
cross my arms,
tap my feet
on this quiet
battlefield
wondering
if you will rise
from the ashes
or leave me
buried here.

But there is
a relief, too,
in letting go,
in saying NO
to being anything
other than
everything
to you.

I never
should have had
to fight for that.

20/365 – A Poem a Day For a Year

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