Exile or slow death
This is the sentence she gives herself,
Socratic dilemma
When she alone sees
What other refused to look at,
And must be cast out
Or cast down,
A trial she puts herself on,
A moral crusade,
A judgement about who she is
And what she has become
When it is all so unnecessary,
We are what we are
And to defy what fate
Has determined for us
Is to risk losing the reason
For life itself,
She like Socrates realizing
That to surrender what
Makes for truth
Is to live a lie over and over
And better to face what
We have become
Than to live a fiction,
And risk missing what it is
We live for,
She feeling betrayed
The way Christ was,
And yet willing to forgo
Revenge
Knowing the way Christ knew
Judas got very little
For his 30 pieces
Of silver.
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