I love right.

Premature life and still strong!
Mother cried
Degree's of pleasure
Sever her freedom to serve
Offering to sacrifice their goodness
Intruding my ability to love
Surrendering my right to move on
From a love I never did.
But that is my choice and my right.
For those poets who offers honesty
By refusing to run from humiliation
She receives forgiveness.
To one day rise over the bastards
Hiding from themselves.
They lose a devotion I gain.
Freedom from guilt
Never comes without
Accepting shame.
I love who I lost
And now I decide when to
hold onto a love.
So that I can let go of my pain.
My life to live.