My son wore Mix Matched socks to school this morning,
My daughter's hair went uncombed.
Today, I have hid my mind in a closet,
in an hysterical dash to escape life,
thinking that I may find my husband there,
laughing because he got away,
or crying because I have found him.
I said I would not cry, it was a lie.
This woman, is tired,
and life has climbed into my mouth and forced me to vomit,
pulling my heart into my neck,
so that it may suffocate me,
preventing me from screaming at the world,
not that they would hear me anyway.
I am ugly now, my beauty has faded.
I am no longer the dewey eyed little girl,
that boys use to chase so that they can kiss me,
I am a woman, and finally the world has captured me.
I have often wondered if my blood is cursed,
that I may suffer a fate indentical to my mother's,
that its hands went around her neck to choke,
or perhaps just like my grandmother,
its knife had slit her throat.
They died early, still trying to scream,
no one heard them, no one saw, no one cared.
My mind dangles by a fine threat,
daring to snap,
I expect that I would fall into an abyss,
where loneliness would be no more,
and happiness would not laugh and mock me from a far,
in this, I make an hysterical dash toward death,
all so that I may fulfill my own. . .
Destiny.
Reason for writing:
the poem explains it fully.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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