What You Want Comes Easy Or At Least Feels Like It
A poem by Kynala Phillips.
A poem by Kynala Phillips.
By now I should understand that when every choice starts to feel like a miscalculation, a mistake, I’m up against forces bigger than myself. Yet I was secretly, irrationally angry at them for succumbing too willingly to death without any burning or raving or raging. If they’d just tried hard enough, I sometimes thought.
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