My love is carefully constructed
I am a mother, I forget
I am a wife, I forget
Who am I?
I intend to rise with purpose, and
Bleed with sins
And walk among the living
Where am I?
I have fallen, at best and by mistake
Though it seems
Sound and true
What am I?
I feel longer and less satisfying
With each steady turn
And I hesitate
How am I?
In my surmise
I have reached an agreement
With myself
This is me.
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