I wish…


I wish my lust’d been purer,

directed with desire, not fear.

Exposed and foolish in the light

rather than behind a drab net curtain.

I wish my love’d been stronger,

not conditional, rancid with jealousy.

I’d fear the loss of things before

ever I was allowed them.

I wish my mind’d been stronger,

not driven by the whims, critiques of others.

I’m not a bully but I am worse;

I’m the one who fears to speak!


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