I am not referring to a particular person in this last writing, “In A Land Of Injured Men.”
It is simply the curse, the spell I seem to be under, where I have been unable to find a man wanting to be awake and vital like me.
There are so many ways designed to work on a man until he gives up. They work on a woman as well, as they have worked on me.
But, I am still pushing back and trying.
I am alive and brightly burning.
