Ink Stained Soul…

I know what I must do. 
In truth, I have known for a while. 

My head and heart were at war. 
But harming another goes against my very nature. 

This time with myself — 
learning the depths of my entirety — 
illuminated the path. 

Choices are required. 
I bled enough. 
I finally faced the truth. 

We both must live with the memories of those choices. 
I accept them. 

I choose to surrender. 
You can carry the weight. 
I’m free.