Where truth of mine
does settle free,
is my commitment
to only thee;
for what's a difference
within a jealousy,
a bold indifference
before cowardry;
have I heard less
or spoken more
maybe written less
and dreamt of more;
but not as certain
as my denial
of goals so passive;
built with trials;
perhaps, too certain;
am I uncertain
of all uncertainties'
blinding burdens;
for all exposure
of worldly scenes,
not me--believer
of doomed esteem;
still my entirety
remained entire
despite fragility
do I respire;
may all eternity,
remain I whole
by melted morals...
my mended soul.
