I knew enough to leave.

I stayed.


Not because i couldn't go,

But because leaving..

would force me to admit,

I had been wrong for months!



So i called it patience,

Called it loyalty,

Called it faith.


Anything..

but fear!


Samson didn't lose his strength

When his hair was cut.


He lost it..

One compromise at a time!


About author

Teride Minde

A writer with thoughts like a beetle coupled with the tenacity of a squirrel.





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