Sometimes I write poetry.  This one is about victory.  xo,  Diana



He was my first teacher.

I didn't want him, not really.

Of course I wanted 

what he symbolized,

but not him.

The reason,

he showed me

a truth I didn't

want to see.

That truth 

hasn't stopped

chasing me. 

I have been

fighting it my whole life. 

It guts me to feel 

what all of this 

has cost me.

This time I will

not be a coward

and blame it on

my father.

I will admit the

lesson and the truth.

The one he taught me. 

That I'm okay,

I'm okay