Won't Quit!

I won't quit! Strike me again, if you must. Bludgeon me with your blunt phrases. Slice my flesh with your sharp words. I may go down for the count, but I will surely rise up again once I have recovered my composure. I will not surrender! Though my heart aches, I will strengthen it with my resolve. Frailty will not be my calling. Though my soul cries out with the pain of your bitterness, I accept responsibility for your deep-rooted resentments. But only inasumch as my actions, misguided and unintentional, have caused you such grief. Never have I purposed a hurt, but I can see where my failings and inevitable inactions have fostered your spite. Yet will I try on. I will bolster my spirit with deeds, too little and too late as they may be, for I cannot change you-- I can only change myself. Perhaps that effort will suffice to convince you of the depths of my love. I know my words fall on deaf ears, immured by the many years of hearing and not seeing. Maybe my actions will get your attention. I shall not cease. In this struggle I would first lose my life or my mind ere I will submit to the despair that rages down upon me. I shall be Don Quixote to your Dulcinea... or perhaps you are the windmill? It does not matter, for I love you and will commit myself to resurrect what we once may never have had. Written August 17th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2001 04:55 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 12