Poem: I want you to fix it

I want you to fix it

or what does it matter?
The promise you made
needs to be one you keep,
there cannot be any alternative.
It is why it is a promise.
I am terrified that it is not possible.
It is too late to keep that promise,
I know what will he said if I speak of it.
But I am terrified.  A world where
that promise is unkept is one in which
I must always fear, in which I can never be safe.
I will not pretend those are not the stakes.

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