An excercise in Acceptance

No longer circumscribed by security nor comfort,
No longer bound by hope, or its successor, approval.
This vicious cyclic life has run its course
And brought me once again to this place, this precipice,
the point of no return.
And I give in, to the fear, the uncertainty, to the yearning;
This remorse can no longer use my heart for burning.
It's time to go.
I know for this she wishes so, with every fibre, with all her being.
It isn't me.

Love,  lets love be.