“Too cerebral.”

What do you mean, too cerebral? Do I not have a brain, do you not have a brain, can we not think things through? Perhaps a woman’s brain is different from a man, or perhaps we overthink just the same. Too cerebral = too human? Thank you for the compliment. My mind is what keeps me alive.

You say that if I grieve once, I will learn my lesson and never grieve again. You underestimate my stubbornness. There is an idealism in me that doesn’t give up on the darkness. It is not my opposite; it is me. If I give it up, I give up on me. So no, I am not overthinking. I am applying myself to find a way through. I must believe there can be a way through.

Do you mock my freedom? In my mind I am wild and free. Did you intend to set me free in other ways?

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