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Why?
My outburst
was based around
the spilt coffee
on the kitchen
counter
the fear-
it came back
And in one fell swoop
I was no longer strong
the independent woman
of Boudica spirit
nor was I the temptress
the witch, the seeress
the enchantress
luring men
by the soft tresses
they yearned to touch
No
In one sweeping motion
that shattered peace
and morning silence
I was again the wretch,
a god awful thing crawling
on the dark wood floor
wondering why
why
W H Y
..Why?
I don't have the answer
and..
I doubt I ever will
was based around
the spilt coffee
on the kitchen
counter
the fear-
it came back
And in one fell swoop
I was no longer strong
the independent woman
of Boudica spirit
nor was I the temptress
the witch, the seeress
the enchantress
luring men
by the soft tresses
they yearned to touch
No
In one sweeping motion
that shattered peace
and morning silence
I was again the wretch,
a god awful thing crawling
on the dark wood floor
wondering why
why
W H Y
..Why?
I don't have the answer
and..
I doubt I ever will
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