A moment, a realization things might be resolved

But it had its holes, and much needed to be told

Except that communication has a really funny way

Of turning into insults which can sour your day



And the tap turns off way back inside your mind

As memories of pain and humiliation do unbind

And you put a hold on any further discussion

As you tremble, for your dignity is rushing



Making you resent being pushed into a corner

As you mull over the pain of the past disorder

When things were not right, and had complexity 

So much so, you lost the will and text-to-be



Became filled with the gradual unravelling

Of things which had been, when travelling

Between your good intentions, and my goals

And the confusion abounded in my lost soul



For when you first indicated we could be part

Of that greater vision we had at the start

I loved the rosy picture you painted so well

But then you started to turn it around to sell



Your way of doing things - which had not worked

And my acceptance of it initially just perked

You up to pushing things more in your direction

Just because I welcomed so your great affection



But now I realize there are so many ways to be

There are things I don't have to accept from thee

I have my dignity, and so everything is intact

So if you want to be part, you need to be a fact



Of my life, without pulling me this way or that

And when you become it, all of it will be stat

So do it, don't just talk to me about change

Become part of it all, and I'll not be the same.



- Tristram