InEquity

“I look at my ex’s lives and at all of the love and support that I gave them.

They are all now flourishing in their own ways, in some capacity or other, in part thanks to me – better off for having known me.

Yet, for all that I generously gave, I’ve come away with injuries from their growing.

I am pock-marked, battered, and bruise-broken.

Who worthy would want me now in my worsened conditioning?

All of the ease of pretty and youth has been tapped – consumed by feeder users.

I have become a mature woman – with an injured soul’s heavy cares and worries.”