The Rules

We create worlds.
It’s what we do.
A biological imperative.

And now, after almost two decades,
I refuse to live in the world I have created.
My definition of marriage has changed.
I’ve had the audacity to alter the rules of the game.

Silent desperation in a world of certainty
may have been easier
than having the foundation of the world I stand on
crumble at my feet.

Nevertheless, I’ve raised my hands in search of a better way.

And now I ask myself:
Do I want to continue the game?
If so, what are the new rules by which I will play?

“Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” —Rumi

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#tellhersummit poetry challenge, 30 days of poetry

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