in my favorite book, the heroine took the last months of her life
becoming aware that the choices she cared to make were her right
neither the men that she loved, nor the woman she was reconciled
then when her daydream finally came it no longer applied
i won't pretend i don't read to the end and cry every time
the late kate chopin was banned for the stance that she took in her work
she died unaware of the fruits i would bear from this labor of hers
though i try to prove that these movements are useful i can still see
that i have spent years for the taking my love for the making so open, so hopeful, niave...
at long last i've learned that it only hurts being so eager to please and be pleased
a man has just told me my choices are only the distance between
the love we once had and the loneliness lapping my feet like the sea
now i know that love's never perfect but i think it's worth it to try
and now that i've finally awakened, he's angry and aching to fight
but i don't believe i have what he needs
the tide has rolled out on that man
so i'll just comfort myself best i can
with the awakening by kate chopin
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