Thawing out this morning
Belief systems crushed
My girls are both still asleep
But at different addresses
Is this divine tragedy
Separating mother from child
I never wanted this
But she does, doesn't she
Pulled in a million directions
I will always choose wisely
Curse the logic
I'll never ascend from myself
Never improve from what I am
Another statistic
Another cliche
Another love?
Not likely.
