Chapter 25/Part Two
with every difficult chapter in my life,
i somehow find the strength to move on.
i rip off pieces of me and send it back to the universe.
i am covered/scarred with gashes and oozing wounds. gaping holes–
instead of smiles and healthy teeth, fluid drips from my nose like jelly. i cannot remember a time i felt complete.
i used to be full and buoyant–fall and bounce right back. now, my feet tremble under the weight
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why should eternity be an endless cycle of weeping and grieving?
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 