AnonymousPoster
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Yet somehow I must --I need to find the strength to go on-- every minute heavy-- I can't find comfort in sleep-- for even sleep brings about an onslaught of painful memories -- regrets-- do overs-- recurring do overs are the worst admittedly-- I wonder how others cope-- how does one face another day-- after death after failure-- and yet again death upon death--failure upon failure-- the years roll into each other with it my youth-- I see gray in the midst of a sea of soft chestnut and proud brows against pallid skin-- that were once the envy -- which now I pluck-- against her advise, she says one plucked will bring about ten-- old wives tales-- I give myself a savage mordant smile-- I have come to loathe women, and yet so hurt for them-- yes I am a woman--how did I end up resenting my own kind-- I can't stand the meekness-- it seems all their choosing -- My choosing-- it is the state of womanhood-- I need some air--why do they bother call to console me?-- why do they begrudge me my grief?-- seems even to nurse my wounds an argument -- must I offer them comfort over my own condition--I remember a happy memory once-- yes--I was five-- I submerged my head against a large wave in fear of it-- I remember the sound of the water in my ears and the coldness of the blue-- hidden from everyone-- no one could have fund me then-- in the state of being solely alone and solely free-- I could have died then-- I wish I had died then-- minus the burden of my grief and my sins-- I would have been at peace I know-- one with the sea--I want to close my eyes and cease yes-- I would like that eternal sleep!