Family: Modern Saint Of Womanhood Poem by Margaret Alice

I didn’t want to go
back to where I
left you,
but I
did…

found you
more bruised
and battered
than before -
though
you
were
bleeding,
your eyes
still
gleamed

you insisted
in hoarse voice
your fight
against life
would continue
until you
overcome
your need
for assertive
selfhood

you are
intent on
becoming a
modern saint
of womanhood

I can’t
stand the
orchestration
of your own
demise

conducted
by yourself…