What would it take?
To separate
Myself
Finally
From
Being
It seems the only way
To contemplate
Myself
Freedom
From
Make-believing
Do I have the power?
To recognise the hour
Myself
To take
From
Feeling
Need you know the plight?
I fight I fight I fight
Myself
To stop
From
Ceasing
Do I lose when I win
Let the end please begin
Myself
My wretched
Wrong
My broken
Gone
Myself
No more
Unbeing
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- Comment from author about the poem: She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself. Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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Comments2
Very emotive write. I am sure that you do not lose when you win, use that winning to go to a better place.
I very much like it. Thank you for sharing
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