by painful_rapture
An interesting sentiment. I especially liked these lines:
"before You i was torn
between what i thought i should be
and what i knew i'd want and need"
Hm... I also think your poem could use a few line breaks, to separate the separate ideas in there. At one point I had some trouble determining where the "sentence" started and ended:
"at Your little one's life
like the rusty bloodied knife
that she had always known
with you, Sir, i have flown
never a moment of regret"
In my mind, there is a "stop" missing between the third and fourth line above.
You are right. When I'm typing I hear it in my head and sometimes skim over what I'm actually writing and miss things like that. Thank you for pointing that out :)