For I fear
I might end it
the last of the relationships
from the days of yore.
That one link
which binds me
to the past
and the years gone by.
Even if it kills me,
from the inside,
my heart,
more than my mind,
is ready to take it all.
The pain,
the walls,
the ire of it on me,
et all.

Yes,
I think I am breaking from the inside,
to form something new,
with the parts of the old,
building something stronger.