I am a woman

Yet I have no idea

What that means.

Am I supposed to be gentle?

Or harsh like a whip?

Am I meant to be distracted?

Or handle all that comes my way?

Am I meant to be a vixen?

Or this saint that I read about in this book?

Am I meant to traverse this canyon alone?

Or wait for someone to lead the way for me?

Am I meant to be my own hero?

Or wait for someone to rescue me?

 

I am a daughter

Yet I have no idea

What I am meant to do.

Were they to take care of me?

Or was I really meant to do it myself?

Was it all in the plan for me to have many parents

Or was that to show the frailty of man and his loyalty?

Was I meant to ask for death at 8?

Or was that suppose to teach me to care about life?

 

I am alone

Yet I have no idea

What I am meant to do with that.

Am I meant to sit alone forever?

Is that some type of lesson for me too?

Will there never be anyone

That comes to save me from myself?

Am I meant to think

I’m not important enough

To love?

 

I’m now a mother

Trying to teach

What I never knew

To children

That don’t know.

Treading a path

I never asked to be on.

Living a truth

Most people

Would hate.

Dying to be

Something..

Anything

Else.

 

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