I Will Not Be That Woman
Not today.
Even when the Isar
rolls so cool and deep
and I could wade and
wade 'til sleep.
Not today.
When I have the tablets
in a drawer
in a box
winking chalkily at me.
Not today.
When the church tower soars
and it's bells toll out
a seductive beat
for me to fly to.
Not today.
for me the oven,
the blade and bath.
I shall not meet
Sylvia by God's
own hearth,
Today,
I leave a legacy
of love, of life,
not regret and guilt
for my bairns to
doubt.
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Author's Note
Bi Polar is a bitch. And brings with it crushing depressions and all sorts of suicidal Russian Roulette thoughts. Will this be day?
This will not be the day?
This is about crawling back from those thoughts.
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That fourth stanza. *** This tugs at my heart.
xoxo
so cool, so honest. Exactly what i wanted to read. something with emotion.
This lifted my spirits. *
Nice.*
*Gorgeous. Last stanza!!
Wow. Love the tight-to-tense-to-released narrative voice here. A moving piece of back & forth struggle.