I get it.

I don’t like it

and I don’t know what I’m going to do

because of it.

But I get it.

And I’m sorry it took so long,

and I had such little faith in you

along the way

and gave you such a hard time

and fought against your belief

and fought for my righteousness,

I get it.

I’ve been living above my fray

pretending I am saintly

in my ways

and really pretending hard,

like a guard

to the most deadly secret

deadly to himself

I ask – who am I guarding this for?

I am not at war.

So why does it always feel like I am?

I get it.

And I’m sorry it took so long.

If we are not allies,

then allies are not possible

and what a world that would be

and what a world that is.