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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.02.15.20.6494]] |
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Why do I feel that each day is a test of my propensity for insanity? Why do I feel that it would be more peaceful there? One day I am spoon-feeding my 64-year-old mother pureed food, just after they changed her diaper, and then just a week later? The man I have waited my entire life for, the man who I swear has angel wings somewhere hidden on his body, my new husband, is being sent back to Iraq. Strong. Yes. I am. Is there ever a choice? Because, really, can I ever just sit down and say no more? Do I just get to stay in bed and claim insanity? Strong? Yes. Yes I am. But where did I sign up for that trait? Can I rescind my membership? Scratch that question, I know the answer. Strong. Yes. Yes I am. But somewhere in the back of my strong mind Lies the word, like a leper Like a jackal Like a whisper, within a whisper "Jump", it says. Stop holding on. Just jump. |