I never asked to live in Oklahoma.
I never asked to stay put, either.
I never asked for two complicated children.
I never asked for an exceptional marriage.
I never asked for PTSD.
I never chose to join a cult.
I never chose life on a battlefield.
I never chose the power to hurt others.
I never chose a trashed reputation
I never chose avoidance and insults.
I never chose severe isolation
I miss our partnership.
I miss my friends.
I miss my family.
I miss feeling safe.
I used to rest.
I used to laugh.
I used to sing.
I used to please people.
I used to feel valued.
I used to warrant respect.
I used to speak freely
I used to love openly, honestly.
I used to live surrounded by forgiveness.
I used to count on friends.
I used to hold a purpose.
I used to know where I was headed.
I used to decide.
I used to enjoy life with kids.
I used to revel in marriage.
I used to host all kinds of people.
I used to feel satisfied I’d done some good now and then.
I did not choose to tangle with depression.
I did not choose neglect.
I gradually quit thinking.
I gradually quit growing.
I gradually quit loving life.
I hate living within a battlefield.
I hate parenting in loneliness.
I hate misogyny, and chauvinism.
I hate denying myself food.
I hate anonymity.
I buried my gifts.
I buried my reputation.
I buried a child.
I buried myself.