thought I saw you today.
then I blinked and the aura of your pains. went uncovered. Uncolored. the learning curve. the way it bends before it breaks. the obvious curse in my tone. The digging I di to discover that I had feelings for a person who was never a person to me. A proverbiual concept. Manhood. being as disabling as any other distress. as any of other curse. Im not a pusher. A pleaser or a pain master but I am a woman of resentments and regret and as You come to understand habits and fortitudes. I take myself to discovery places without it. And without it there is little comfort. Dealingin with remorse .
Deaf to what demands of me. The only true voice I have to reflect on. Is my own.