For many years you lied to me

and thought I'd never find out.

To be fair, perhaps it wasn't a lie so much as

failure to tell me something I didn't want to hear.

The sin of omission.

After shedding one final tear,

I rose from my bed of

humiliation and self-pity.

Enough.

I have broken your death grip on my heart.

I am ready to let go.

I have buried you in the graveyard

of my many other past mistakes.

Deep.

Very deep.

My heart has healed.

My soul is happy.

I have regained my self-respect.