With expression of woman-
clean, simple, alive, vibrant,
i make my way outside.
too much hiding isn't good for anyone-
even a poet.

i am no longer sentenced
to insanity and dependence.

Reality? i just don't need you.
i do need more than myself.
but there's a way to do it- organically.
without the constant push,
aggressive want and over-consumption.

it's a lot more polite-
maybe that's why you've never noticed
never considered it an option.

honestly, i knew you were too much a fan
of space invaders
and never would be truly satisfied
until you had complete reign
of my body (uterus included).

i'm glad i never crossed that line
no matter how anti-feminist
that seems.

the sun smiles down on me now-
it's a blessing- a curse-
and a sigh-
a moment i've been given
and i'm finally grateful for all that's eaten away at my heart.

-a.