The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part IXX

So,
he got the best of me;
young, untouched, naïve, conforming…
I cannot have a do over,
now I am pushing fifty,
survived a myriad of physical calamities,
never even entertained filling his spot;
I cannot go through that again –
educated but dumb,
a weakling in strength,
that four year old inside me,
who remembers a mother who didn’t want children,
also remembers a husband who didn’t deserve her;
she wants to forget,
so that the skeins of rope stay beyond grasp…

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/24/14 2 AM

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