to the sainted woman who stands
upon the shores of her misconception,
and hurls disparagements, guised in canons,
for the path I have chosen,
I say, "here is my deficiency,
my destitution, my dissonance;
here are the scars that I carry
with pride and resolve,
gained of the many battles waged;
I survived, though not as you perceive,
but with tender heart intact,
ever and always the subtle victor."
upon the shores of her misconception,
and hurls disparagements, guised in canons,
for the path I have chosen,
I say, "here is my deficiency,
my destitution, my dissonance;
here are the scars that I carry
with pride and resolve,
gained of the many battles waged;
I survived, though not as you perceive,
but with tender heart intact,
ever and always the subtle victor."
Comments
hard to ignore
but mostly savoring in them
well written :~))