All For Naught

A poem of making a choice to do what is right though it hurts.

All For Naught
February 18, 2007

One thousand tears haven fallen from these eyes,
All for naught, all for naught.
One hundred fights have spilled from these lips,
All for naught, all for naught.
The dam is broken;
I can have my way.
Yet I still refuse it.

The one I love has cried and begged for me,
All for naught, all for naught.
My mother and I have torn our relationship,
All for naught, all for naught.
My wishes have been granted,
And they have backed down.
But I don’t want it.

The cost of my will over theirs is too great.
I’m losing more than restrictions.
My stakes are truly shown to me,
And this is just too high.
My hope for getting my way,
And my dreams of getting him back,
Both are now reality.

I lie awake and cried,
The truth I now see.
My heart is but mere ash,
The truth I now see.
I gave him up this time,
Despite the way I feel.
It has opened my eyes to see.
Was it really all for naught?