I will feast on sadness tonight.
I will weep when there is no one to speak with.
I will reconnect with my darling Sylvia,
and think of what drove her to an oven.
I will be proud of myself for choosing life
... even if I’m not actually proud.

I will face my Maker and proudly
(though feebly)
- no, defiantly - say,
“All of my being swore to die, to give up.
But I am still here.”
And when I collapse
from the agony of this exile,
I know He will give me the hug
He promised when He sent the rain to me.
A promise is a promise. And

I promise to stay.

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