“Who is this man he is angry with?”
He is angry with himself. As he should be.
Why is he angry with himself?
That is for him to openly admit… to himself… and to all of us… whenever he decides.
No longer any of my concern.
I have cried him out.
I’m left with no other choice.
I move on to finish the rest of this lifetime without him.
Please let it go quickly.
For we are all cowards… one way or another.
**Artist – Anne Stokes
My Morning's Heart 