oftentimes
i am seen throwing
fists and angry words
at the world
acting as if
i am invincible
or that my mind
could change on a dime
and that i don't need anyone else
my brother used to tease me
relentlessly
whenever i cried
i learned early on that weakness
is better left in dark rooms
particularly for a woman
fighting in a world
placed in the hands of men
the truth is
somedays i could take on
anything or anyone
but most days
i'm losing a battle
to myself--
in the mirror or
on the scale,
against the toilet and my cabinets,
or to razors and
the bottoms of bottles
i cannot admit that i need
help
or that i never really recovered
from being eleven
and alone
sup
Comments
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Wow.. this is good.. I feel your struggle. As women we want to be respected ,but we still have that innate desire to have someone to care for us and help us, unfortunatly we get to a point where we don't want to admit our stresses.. feeling as if they represent weakness. You did a good job of capturing this struggle.
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i cannot admit that i need
help
or that i never really recovered
from being eleven
and alone
Powerful ending for this disterbing verse
Well said in words
Thank you for adding me as a favorite
Rick
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