wilting


when i am no longer being nurtured,
by my environment
it falls upon me to nurture myself,
or die.
how that is accomplished,
or even begun,
is a mystery that creates a terror in my heart.
not again.


(c) 2020 BGeiger

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bgeiger

old lefty, wife, mom, grandma, dog-mom, opinionated ex-battered-wife

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