Priority One


This internal agony
must be the difference
Webster meant between
enraged versus out-
choosing to hold in the pain
when I just want to scream.

My composure I hope to keep,
will try my best to speak calm.
I pray for sound nights’ of sleep,
no weeping while you are gone
not for your sake, but my own-
and, alone, I hope to grow strong.

So, no promise can I make
to be at peace in second place
while you go your own way.
You have your road to take,
freeing me to travel my own-
and I am making me priority one.

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