There is a part of me in the core of my soul,
That hangs onto him like a hook
and I can’t let go.
Why can’t he leave me be,
let me live my life,
For I can plainly see
he shares nothing but pain and strife.
There is a part of me that finally broke through.
I didn’t need his approval,
because I knew what I had to do.
If I had only known what the outcome would be,
I would not have fought with that part of me…
Cynthia L. Hayes
Written in my Mother’s favor.