Unsolicited Advice

You don't have to please her.
You don't have to hurt her either.
Could you state your situation?
Could you love her with all your being?
Could you simply see her child?
You don't have to blame her.
You don't have to resent her.
Could you simply voice your inner affairs with the vulnerabiliy of your child?
You can turn around, exit through the revolving door, and sprint toward your freedom.
You owe nothing to any one.
You owe everything to the one.

And when the pain subsides,
And when the child matures,
And when the limbs and the speech relax,
You can return through the revolving door.
You can measure the distance travelled.
You can begin to sing your favorite song without shame.
You are now the star of your own existence.
You owe nothing to any one.
You simply are the one.