Dark thoughts of the challenge presented as one who finds herself unable to do much to “bring home the bacon” anymore. For any who read and get concerned, know that I just had to get this out of me and that I will be okay.
What cost is liberty?
None seemed too expensive at the time,
Not if it meant I could finally be me.
Yet, here I sit now,
Post rebellious act,
Alone in a crowd
And merely scraping by,
Mouths still to be fed,
Demands still to be met,
Without an ace in the pocket,
A skill to bargain with,
And none but a slim bank account at best.
Feeling nearly loveless,
Nearing more than hapless,
Frustrated by this lingering depression,
And almost never truly free…
For, the chains yet exist-
The chains I deplored and despised-
The chains I blamed the world on
I am ashamed to find were actually
Would that this meant I could just burst out…
Like a musclebound hero from the
But, honestly, right now,
I find my reserves all but gone,
Anything I think to do more than wrong,
And none but useless, howling worry
To fill my mind…