Compromise

Tears of frustration
welling up, from deep down
down within the soul, a tremor
a quake in the psyche;
innate sense of self
lost however briefly in the parsed,
the stitched, woven words
of compromise

Is agreement better
with support
or fight to the last
which is the greater costs,
to decide, remember her choice,
not my own,
I the pen, the scribe,
the advocate still

December 21, 2006 13:17


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