I am not the sum total of my mistakes,
A past ever so present and incomplete.
Believing that a true heart never breaks,
Was a crime not of passion but conceit.
It cost me the fragrance of my years,
The indomitable splendor of my youth.
But I am not the sum total of my fears,
Released as I have been by the truth.
When you told me the tale of another,
I replied you were free so to choose.
Knowing that the choice for the other,
Meant a life by my side you would lose.
The vanquished prostration of silence,
Was all you could see from your view.
But these are the words of defiance,
I am not the sum total of you.