Monday, November 9, 2015

I Fight

Who am I? I used to know.
I was a daughter, an adventurer, a mother.
Who am I?
I was a writer, an artist, a woodworker,  a painter, a gardener, a housekeeper, a chef?
Finding, learning, discovering.
Dedicated, productive, determined, happy.
Was. I was…
All was’s. All were’s.
Who am I?
A ghost.
Cocooned. Trapped.
I want light. I want darkness. I want happiness. I want nothing.
Light. I see you. I’m reaching.
Sludge. Enfolded in the dark embrace. Tears forced from my eyes.
I lose.
I win.
I desire.
I fight...
I fight.
That is who I am.

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