Glad to see Brenda nominated this, I was about to if she hadn't.
This is an incredible poem in its honesty and weight of the wounds that stay with us for so long. The wounds we try and try to heal, the way they can mark us and emotionally follow us.
"The blade had to stay though,
too dangerous to remove.
Wounds are strange that way.
To survive I must carry it
until the end of days. "
- These lines were so powerful.
This whole poem read as a battle between yourself and losing this person, still trying one last time to be "enough" of a woman, when I feel like in some people's eyes, we can never measure up because we aim to be ourselves and they will never be satisfied with our truth.
Your voice carries through this - in the healing and understanding and living with this wound, the "adapting".