I am the strongest one in this fight.
It's over my dead body, if you're up for a challenge.
Couldn't say, for sure, what I'd do if I saw your face,
But I know nothing you do could ever make this right.
I don't care if I am, in fact, bitter.
It doesn't matter to me what you think.
I will never be the coward of your caliber
My conscious is clear; I'm not the quitter.
I probably will never truly forgive you,
Would that surely deny me of the Pearly Gates?
I wish you would rot in Hell for the damage you've done me,
Alas, I've been there too.
I am the strongest one in this fight.
It's over my dead body, if you're up for a challenge.
Couldn't say, for sure, what I'd do if I saw your face,
But I know nothing you do could ever make this right.
wow... how strong this stanza of your poem itself regarding the courage for the reality to express.. well done...