Is it the hardest part
the getting on with, or over
Laying bones to rest,
Forgiving barbed tongues
Or embracing well deserved sorrow
I know I for one held on
for so long, secretly hoping
waiting and denying new love
martyred by my loss
victimized and over guarded
afraid to realize what may come
foolish as at last I've opened up
that was the easiest,
the hardest part was believing
I could never do it.