Sometimes, But
Sometimes I wish I didn't have children
(Not because I don't love them
I do
Wholeheartedly
Ridiculously
Almost to a fault)
Because I'm tired of letting them down.
And without children
I'd be permitted to leave
This place
This mind
This...
With a snap of finger
Or a twig
Or a neck.
But I have children
And I know they'd wonder
And ask why
And replay,
And replay,
And replay.
Yet I'm so afraid
Of continuing to disappoint them
And myself
And of knowing that if I ever think
That I'd do less damage to them gone
Than being present...
Snap.
Copyright © Amy Cor | Year Posted 2018
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