Eventually, venom is moot.

I don't know if it's time, or maturity,
The art of breathing 
Or carefully choosing those battles;
But eventually, anger
Seems to give way to 
A gentle acquiescence.

No need to employ the bitter comeback,
Or the self deprecating dialogue;
No practical use for clever retorts
In this venue.

No.

Nowadays, when one encounters
Incompatible code
Minus the motivation 
To completely resolve the language,
One simply abandons ship.

01/27/2015

Author's Note: Such has been the state of my life love for the past 10 years. Seems as quickly as a door opens lately, it closes. I have to believe it is the universe rescuing me from places I don't need to explore, and preserving me for home.

Posted on 01/27/2015
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