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What am I, who am I to be. Wife, mother, lover, thing.

Defined by task, and duty. Out of touch with me.

Me..., strange that sound. Its meaning now obscure.

Where is the me, deep within, awaiting, demure.

Mother, father, siblings, friends, images of a faded past.

Usurped by the adopted present of his, his, his, and his.

Flashback... to bring times when thought was independent,

assertive, and free. Times of the pulsing me.

I scream, I scream...quietly. Why is there no succor?

Lost… in my life, the me is lost to wife, mother, lover, thing.



LETTING GO

Letting go of what I never had;

this unreal thing, experienced only by me.

Letting go of what I never had;

the man I see, is unknown to he.

Letting go of what I never had;

release the tie to the unrealized thee.

Letting go of what I never had;

to close the chapter will set me free.



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