Mar 19, 2020
in the small hours of the night my mind drifts back to the inescapable thought that I can’t manage to ignore without the distractions of day; will I ever be loved as I crave to be loved? Will I ever meet someone who can return my affections with the same passion they receive? Will I ever meet someone who accepts the parts of myself I have compacted into managable, palatable, sterilized echos my truth? Or will I, like all the strong-willed, passionate mothers before me, dim my flame so as not to outshine my chosen husband’s, and reduce myself to the embers of someone else’s hearth?