I will not feel

remorse when he loves me

better than you-

when he speaks truths

you were too weak to tell.

I will not feel pity

when you have to watch

as he makes love to me

with his eyes,

his words,

his loyalty.

I will not feel regret

from walking away from pain-

to claim joy,


and life.

I will not look back

to these days

when shame took

my family captive

and I was forced to

fight my way

out of the past.

I will look for him-

for the future,

for grace,