The Dance with Forte

I don’t know if it was resignation
or a shift you saw in my design,

but this battle was won without any thought
to who was the winning side.

The defenses were mounted as usual,
and the mud was flung without pride

but I found my way out of the puddles
I found it, my adult-voice inside.

Your throat was choked with emotion
I thought there would be no goodbye

but I am confident the face that you see
is your daughter’s,

no monster

to hide.

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