I’ve come to the end of feeling.
A tear drops with this loss.
I know not what else is in store.
I endure.

Complaints have no place.
Pain pokes the heart.
I know not to resist. 
I persist.

I’ve found my voice.
Within tears of acceptance
I know no other way.
I stay. 

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