Until recently, I had thought that men have lots of advantages over women, especially from the point of health. Needless to say, men are blessed with more physical strength than women, so they seem to get better chances of careers because of this biological feature. Their careers are not interrupted by childbirth either, and they tend to get higher positions in the future. And I had felt that if I were a boy, I would not have to suffer from symptoms of my chronic illness, chronic thyroiditis, for it is almost unique to women. Although I have inherited this genetic defect from both of my parents, if I were not a girl, the symptoms might not have appeared, or they would be much milder. At least, male patients need not be distressed by menstrual irregularity, unlike female patients, even which seems to be enviable for me. Therefore, I had envied my younger brother, who has no chronic illness at all, and he had been often said to be “a child prodigy” by people around him. He was smarter than me, better at sports than me, and loved by more people than me. Until recently, in consequence, I had thought that men are endowed with much more things than women, and the inequality cannot be remedied, after all. However, now I am seeing disaster with my own eyes. My younger brother has become an invalid and very depressed, despite great consideration by his parents, teachers, and relatives. Now his facial expression has completely disappeared, and he has hardly come to speak with his family. Besides he wanders around town, sometimes for no purpose, and tortures himself with this coldness. I wondered why an 18-year-old test taker would do such desperate things at first. He had shut himself up in his room, did not take the Center Test seriously, which is essential for going to university in Japan, and went job-hunting without our parents’ permission. He did not study for college even though his grades in high school were better than mine. My father said to me, “Probably, your achievement in entrance examinations puts pressure on him.” But I could not be convinced of that explanation. Rather, I noticed that the male-dominant culture that exists in my family and among my relatives might have driven him into a corner. Maybe, that is the true cause of his agony. As I mentioned above, my brother used to be a talented boy. He was really quick to understand when he studied. He also mastered many kinds of sports, joined in many activities, and played with his friends. And he won several prizes in essay contests; so many people around him always praised him, and had high hopes for him. Yet, there was a big problem in this way. My parents, especially my father, and my relatives often told him, “Only you could have done such great things. Your big sister cannot do the same things, because she is a feeble girl. She will be not so hopeful like you. But all of us support you as you are a child prodigy. You are a boy, so you will accomplish many more things than your sister.” Hence, it was natural that he looked down on me, and I felt hurt by their words. I gradually came not to mind them, however, and decided to do what I needed or wanted. Fortunately, I have been blessed with many good people and companion animals, and now I live a full life. In a sense, this gender-biased education ironically worked well for me. I could live freely up to now, being contrary to my parents and relatives’ expectations. The problem I have to analyze is that the education which my family had given to my brother damaged him terribly in the long run. I had thought that he was made much of and was satisfied with his education. But I was completely wrong. His depression actually started three years ago. At that time, we had just lost our grandparents who had lived with us, and he started to be in the dumps at home. My parents did not worry about him so much then, since he looked fine when he went to high school and he took part in the swimming club’s activity. Now I know that he frantically pretended to be OK. My family told him, “You have done as good a good job as the last exams”. They kept encouraging him as before. They encouraged him to study harder and take more exercise because he is a boy, which turned out to be completely disastrous. He became more desperate and rebellious, and came to ignore his family. Although they should have been concerned about him, my parents left him alone, for they thought that he was just about to enter a boy’s rebellious phase. And then, his depression became worse little by little. He broke off relations with his family, and finally he has become like a dead person. Indeed, there is no doubt that the death of his grandparents was traumatic for him, but the core of his problem was his gender-biased education and him not getting enough consideration as an individual. Furthermore, I also found that my fixed idea that men are much healthier than women was thoroughly wrong. After my brother’s impulsive behavior was revealed, my mother called his class teacher and had a talk with her about him. At that time, she talked with my mother kindly, which showed an important counterexample to my assumption. She said, “I know that some boys suffer from depression because of their age. The cause may be related to a hormone imbalance in their growth period. Boys tend to be impulsive, and sometimes desperate. Perhaps, he is in such a condition now. I think it is good for you that you give him a rest and watch over him carefully.” After getting this advice, my parents have come to listen to him as much as possible, although he speaks as little as ever. However, I feel that it is a good first step for both of them to cure his mental disorder. And now I understand that boys can also have unique health problems, and they need adequate consideration without any gender bias. Therefore, I have learned two things in this chain of events about my younger brother. The first is that gender-biased education should be remedied for both boys and girls, because it sometimes brings disastrous results. It not only hurts girls’ character and leaves anger in their minds, but also causes distress to boys who may feel cornered. In my final analysis, no one will be happy with such prejudiced and old-fashioned views. Instead, what people need is to communicate with each other with gender-equality, and respect the individual. And they also have to consider those who are distressed about their future and so forth. I know that that may be difficult in today’s busy society, but it is getting more important than ever, and it is crucial especially for young people to be considered. In short, people need to realize gender equality, value individuality, and have adequate consideration or others. And the second thing that I have learned is that people also need to pay attention to their health conditions when necessary. Many people actually have health problems more or less, but they tend to be regarded as personal matters still. In my brother’s case, now I remember, he suffered from a throat disorder and could not swallow food for some time, yet our parents practically neglected him because they were busy with their work. Consequently, that disorder has not been cured yet, and he has deepened his loneliness. Thus I claim that people should never ignore other’s health problems nor be indifferent to them. That will not only remedy gender bias but also improve people’s lives for sure. I think that once this task dealing with people’s welfare starts to be coped with, the circle of gender equality and health will eventually spread to equal employment and careers opportunity. There is, however, a problem of acceptance which stands in equality’s way. While my mother supported my gender-equal idea when I discussed it with my parents, my father has almost no understanding of it. He said, “The thought can only be realizable by the privileged few. I believe that many people would feel happier if they follow their gender roles, and we need to give up our dreams to some extent when we face harsh reality.” He refuted me after listening to my opinion and said, “I admit that you are much smarter and more talented than I had thought, but it is because of your innate ability. Although your younger brother is not in good condition to study, I know that he has other talents such as swimming. He is different from you since he is a boy”. It is unfortunate that my father goes into his shell. He is clearly obsessed with his persistent notion gender bias, which shows that he is also a victim of discrimination. I feel that some people are likely to internalize this value unconsciously, and to be wounded all the more by the invisibility. The problem is deep-rooted even now, so its improvement will require time and campaigns by more and more people. Recently, I went to my brother’s room to serve him a meal. “Your lunch is here.” I opened the door and put the basket on a table. He just glanced at me, and soon turned to his desk. I wondered if he really wants to tell something to his family because of his slight glance at me. He is going to see doctors from the psychiatric and pediatrics departments soon, so I hope that the cause of his poor physical condition will become clear, and he can receive good treatment. What I can do for him now is watch over him fondly and support him as much as possible if he should ask my help. I do not have the innate ability my father thinks I have, but I am not a feeble girl either. Now I know that standing up and facing difficulties is the best solution. I stepped out of my brother’s room and closed the door, while looking at his blank profile.
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Two but One
Nafisa Bedri
Ahfad University for Women
There was once a man with a very strong personality, very popular and loved by basically everyone who knew of him. This man lived a very happy fulfilled live which grew more and more as he grew up, but what was more than surprising is why he never found it enough, he could never see beyond the smiles and simple conversations of those people, he always found a hole in every relationship he had, a problem to escape the prison of commitment. This man had a tough job of keeping everyone satisfied but at the same time remaining in his own space without them knowing, I for one respect this man for he found the time to please others and himself without ever thinking twice.
There was once a woman, no friends, no social life, no hobbies, no interests and was very low on the popularity scale but one thing this woman did have was satisfaction, she found herself more than enough to fill her time and space. This woman could sit in one place for hours just listening to herself argue about issues that she couldn’t bother share with anyone because she simply didn’t see a reason, she busied herself with tasks that she only benefited from their outcome. In total this woman had a personality no one would ever discover because she would never share what she was convinced belonged to her and only her.
What if in a dramatic twist these two very opposite people would one day meet, and without knowing share a conversation, and just when both of them thought they led a perfect life, a life they had no intention of changing, one of them makes a completely insignificant remark that triggers a series of thoughts into each of their minds and alters the paths of their lives forever.
I did say dramatic twist.
Let’s be a little bit more realistic shall we? What if in a less dramatic scene the man is faced with a problem, an obstacle, a tough decision perhaps and for the first time in his life he feels as if his mind is not enough to answer its own questions. The woman and at the same time is also being swallowed into her own mind trying to decipher codes she created in order to solve her own mystery. They both find it disappointing that what they once considered an unstoppable force is now a dark empty space void of all the answers it once possessed. They are both connected in a way no one but them would understand yet each one of them believes they are facing it all by themselves.
Aloneness.
Loneliness.
Words that trigger a feeling of sadness and emptiness that can overwhelm even the strongest of our kind, it can disable armors and tear down walls just by existing, and those same words can be translated into power and strength, all depending on the receiver. Thus your mind is always and forever alone but you always have the choice to share your thoughts and accept whatever reaction you get because at the end of the day as soon as you decide to open up your mind to others you can’t expect the same reaction you found within it, but something foreign and new and your willingness to accept their words is a sign you’ve grown into something bigger than yourself and can now learn to be two instead of one.
Capua’s revolutionary decision
Linda Santini
Collegio Nuovo - Fondazione Sandra e Enea Mattei
Although Italy has one of the lowest ratios of investment in research and development, the history of the virologist Ilaria Capua is a case of excellence of our research at international level that deserves to be underlined, especially because there are some important peculiarities about it. Collegio Nuovo – Fondazione Sandra e Enea Mattei (in Pavia, Italy) had the honor of hosting this “Revolutionary Mind” (awarded by “Seed Magazine”) from which each of us should learn something. In particular, during the conference held last autumn, she told the story of her life, showing how each person could trigger a change, even in less privileged conditions. How to do this?
The starting point of her speech was a simple consideration: in Italy, making excellent research is really challenging, also due to the economic crisis that impacts on the ranking of sectors of public investment. One of the main reasons that explains this situation is that in the Italian Parliament there is only a handful of scientists, among whom Ilaria Capua and Elena Cattaneo (stem cell researcher), and Past Minister of Education, University and Research, Maria Chiara Carrozza (a biomedical engineer). Italy needs radical changes, it should follow the example of China, Brazil, Japan, where 40% of the members of the national parliament are researchers and/or scientists. Indeed, research and knowledge are assets that we need to improve for the development of a civil nation and its democratic participation.
Moreover, nowadays it is very hard to change the internal mechanisms of the international health policy, especially if they are recognized as the best and adopted by the majority of the scientists and researchers. Nevertheless, as Capua’s experience has showed, an adjustment is possible. She indeed made possible a change.
In 2006 she challenged the WHO, refusing to settle the genetic sequence of a new flu virus in a database, whose access was limited only to 15 laboratories, and so she decided not to enter in a club of elected scientists. She instead shared her findings with Gen Bank, an open-access database, making them available to the entire scientific community. And this was a strong revolutionary decision.
Her act was due mainly to an ethical reason: to face the avian flu emergency, strong measures were needed and it was necessary for everybody to work together. Another reason of the difficult choice was the following: in her opinion, the results of a research financed by public funds have to be public and not reserved for the few. She is a public employee paid to protect the health of animals and people: she knows she did the right thing, the most logic one, following the common sense. She is aware of the important role of science in relation to the entire community and of the responsibility of those who work in the public sector, a system that too often lacks transparency. Knowledge is a public good, which can not be privatized or available for a small group of selected laboratories. From that period, it was no more possible having limited-access health databases.
Capua is the first woman that in 2011 won the prestigious Penn Vet Leadership in Animal Health Award. The University of Pennsylvania assigned it and gave to the Italian researcher the international prize of $ 100,000. This award, one of the most important ones, is given annually to a veterinarian who has “significantly altered the image and practice of the profession and has influenced the lives and careers of other people.”
At the end of the conference, Capua noted that, especially in Italy, it is still hard for women to reach top positions. In order to obtain remarkable results, women have to be brave and ready to take risks. They need to desire to stand out, they need to be able to make daring choices and to be drivers of change.
She also gave us some tips. First: travel a lot and think out of the box, even if it is difficult, because it is the only way to survive, especially as a researcher. Old mechanisms are no more appropriate, there is a need for fresh ideas. Second: you must be ready to recognize and exploit, as best as you can, with optimism and enthusiasm, the opportunities you’ll find in your life. This is one of the way you have to reach the top. Third: you have to work hard and believe in what you are doing in order to succeed: you need to be proud of your work. Do not be afraid to feel inadequate, to be yourself.
The take home message is pretty simple and perfectly in accordance also with what we, as Collegio Nuovo students, experiment in our daily life: you need to reach out and grab your future. Good luck!
Linda Santini
International Business & Economics, Collegio Nuovo – Fondazione Sandra e Enea Mattei, Pavia
To Catch the Wind
Maura Lydon
Hollins University
Æther Captured
The Æther soared across the sky, seeming to cross an invisible line between night and day as it moved on into morning. Nerissa stood at the bow of the ship, watching the sunrise. She had never tired of watching the land below her gilded with the first morning sunlight, though it’d been years since her first journey. The sound of the wind elemental behind her and a friendly breeze curling around her wrist were indications that all was right in her world. The small gust that had come to say hello to her curled up her arm and puffed through her hair before resuming its journey through the skies. She brushed the dark brown hair out of her view and grinned after the breeze.
She had no intention of giving up what she had, but neither did she mean to squander it. After all, hadn’t she saved the world, when there had been significant advantages to letting it burn? Hadn’t she stuck by her friends in all that long journey, to a place none of them knew? She might not like the law, even defied it at times, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t like the quality of the civilization all around her.
A ring of elemental spirit circled the ship a little more than halfway back, the only force keeping it in the air. Her ship differed from sea-faring vessels in several ways, the most obvious being the elaborate metal plating hammered to the sides and bottom of the Æther. It was even shaped differently than normal ships, with a heavier bow and smaller stern, to compensate for the elemental force driving it onward.
She left the bow and strolled down the length of the ship, speaking in the soft, whispery language of the air. “And isn’t the day a grand one for going hunting?”
“You know me,” A voice answered her in the same language, coming from the constantly circling ring of elemental energy. “As long as I have something to munch on I’m happy.” Nessa snorted in amusement and ran a hand along the smooth railing. The astral matter that lured the elemental into staying with them was extremely rare anywhere on Ankaria, and he knew very well that the merchant ship currently sailing a couple hours flight ahead of them was carrying a full load of the stuff. Each small cube was enough to power an elemental for five years, roughly, and was worth a startling seventy-five thousand gold coins. And that was just one cube.
As the first rays of dawn hit the hull of the ship, Nessa was joined by her lover and first mate, Korryrra. A cat-faced Wilder, Korry (as she was called by her less articulate human friends) was as much in love with the Æther as Nessa was. Wilder, or Catfolk as some called them, were uncommon on the mainland where they sailed now. Most of their kind could only be found in jungles on a large island off the coast of the desert to the east. Though the shorter fur that covered her body was as black as midnight, Korry also sported a head of flaming red hair, which announced her control over fire almost as much as it did her short temper.
When they had met almost ten years ago they had made a pact that as long as they stuck together, Nessa would be captain, and Korry second-in-command. That year had been the beginning of a lot of things for Nessa, including her ability to control the wind. While she had gotten the power of the air, her friend had chosen that of fire and flame. Now Korryrra held the power of a thousand fires at her fingertips, and was not afraid to use it.
“Up so early again?” Korry asked, stretching lazily and leaning against the main mast. “You do know we won’t be in range of the ship for another four or five hours, yes?”
“Of course I do,” Nessa replied, “I’m the one running the ship, remember?”
“Don’t forget me,” The elemental put in cheerfully, making Nessa roll her eyes.
“I’m just teasing you,” Korry said easily, grinning wide enough to show her sharp white teeth.
“And don’t I know it,” Nessa replied, her smile drawn out by Korry’s.
he ship required very little work, as the elemental controlled most of the power. There were some secondary sails, but those were mostly for a boost of speed when they were closing in on a target. Their skeleton crew filed out a few minutes later, a few sailors she had known from her own time in midships and others she’d picked up in various ports. More than a few Wilder had joined several years ago, and their dexterity came in handy in boarding parties.
The day continued to move on, and soon the other ship came into view, a different class entirely from the Æther. These were not the best ships to be found, at least as far as maneuverability went, but they were the fastest. The glitter of the solar cells built into the largest surface area on the ship (the sails) was visible even from several miles away, the ship motoring along a good deal faster than their own vessel could do at cruising speed. However, they weren’t at cruising speed right now; they hadn’t been since late last night. Their prey didn’t even realize what was happening until they were almost within jumping distance, piling on more sail at the last minute to try and pull away. “Idiots,” Korryrra said cheerfully, passing a length of rope to her. “You’d think they’d figure out we’re pirates when we come anywhere near boarding distance.”
“Ah well, all the better for us,” Nessa replied, readying herself. “Just tail the ship until I get back,” she added to the elemental, not even waiting for an agreement before she launched herself over the side, a heavy hawser uncoiling in her hands. The winds came at her call and swept her up over the side of the other ship, over the heads of the merchant’s crew; and allowed her to spin around the main mast with the rope still in her hands. “Cut that.” She dared the astonished sailors, and grinned. Her own crew swung across on the rope she’d secured, and Nessa herself drew her dagger and rapier before swinging down from the mast and onto the deck. The dagger, NightShine, glittered with small arcs of lightning, and the blade was made of solid diamond. It wasn’t exactly a magical weapon, but it was powerful beyond belief. It was also hers.
For now she concentrated on just winning the battle between the merchants and her people. Most of the sailors here were just that: sailors, not trained to fight. A couple of switchblades were nothing to her practiced hold of NightShine and rapier. It also helped that the instant someone was about to hit her, she turned herself to moving wind. The pirates were outnumbered from beginning to end, but they were also a lot more experienced.
She countered a strike from one of the sailors and struck him with NightShine’s hilt and watched him fall to the deck, unconscious. Summoning the winds once more, she jumped straight to the aft deck and faced off with the helmsman, who might or might not have been the captain. “Give it up.” She said, not even out of breath. “Call it surrender, and we don’t have to kill anyone.”
“I won’t surrender my ship to a bunch of filthy pirates.” He snarled, and came after her with a longsword. Unlike the other members of the crew, he actually knew what he was doing. Still, it was hard to beat a girl who had an element on her side, especially once one of her crew mates, Densharr, came up to help her. The captain looked slightly crazed, nearly landing several blows and actually making her think about her own attacks.
Densharr was a Wilder with dark grey fur who’d made himself a reputation on the Æther as a quick and efficient worker. Now he came up behind the captain and dug sharp claws into the man’s wrist. The human was forced to drop his sword, and Nessa smiled smugly. “Surrender yet?” she asked cheerfully, putting the tip of her rapier under the captain’s chin as Densharr forced him to his knees. She then dodged out of the way when their captive spit at her, but the elation of winning was too high right now for her to care. Looking around, she saw most of the merchant’s crew had been bound or knocked unconscious, rather than killed. Humming, she sauntered over to the hatch in the middle of the deck and descended, intending to inspect the cargo.
In the hold below the crew’s quarters, several large boxes had been stacked on top of one another. She didn’t need to open them to know they contained astral matter. The entire hold was nearly vibrating with the power of the stuff. When she got back up onto the main deck, Korryrra had come over from the Æther. With the enemy crew secured and the captain awaiting their pleasure in the brig, there was no need to leave a rear guard on their own ship.
“Next time, I get to lead the charge.” Korry said watching as a couple of their crew carefully unwound the hawser that bound their ship to the merchant’s. “And you can guard the ship.”
“It was my turn and you know it.” Nessa said distractedly, still on her exploration. She had spent her first year abroad on a ship much like this one, though maybe not quite as large. She opened the door to the captain’s cabin and stepped inside, noting the large stern windows letting in light. That glass must have cost a fortune, she thought, but a fluttering of paper in one corner drew her attention. One of her breezes had entered the cabin with her, and now circled the writing desk with a strange urgency. Nessa wandered over and picked up the letter left uppermost on the desk.
And I will tolerate no further delays. Find yourselves in port by tomorrow, with the cargo, or consider our bargain null and void.
That was not too uncommon, if the captain was taking on freelancer work instead of ferrying goods for a single company. She lifted the letter aside and looked at another in the same handwriting. The breeze had refused to wander off, as they normally did after a moment’s interest, but continued to circle restlessly.
…To set off from the Morristown port and make for Shanai without the appearance of delay. There will be an additional three thousand gold for each of the group members you find, but watch especially for the sky pirates Nerissa Caldwell and Korryrra Silver-tail. These will bring you another five thousand gold each. I desire their presence. Do not fail me again, captain.
Nessa stared at the last paragraph of the next letter for a long, incredulous moment. There was no signature on either of the letters, she noticed. For several more seconds she remained frozen, her mind still processing what on Earth was going on. Then, all in a rush, her senses returned to her, and panic set in. Turning to wind in an instant, the letter floated to the floor behind her as she raced towards the open doorway at a sudden, furious pace. She went from stock still to flat out running in less than a second, but it didn’t help her. Slamming up against the barrier, her wind form spread out over the edges, seeking the tiniest gap to set her free. There was none.
In a panic, she raced around the entire length of the room several times, noting only now that the cabin was a well-sealed as a sea-faring vessel would have been. Even the windows were airtight. Nessa resumed her human form and drew NightShine, bashing at the glass with the hilt of her dagger. It didn’t even crack.
Now anger was rising to her throat, as virulent as the panic, but not much more useful. “Well, well, well.” The captain’s voice drifted to her from beyond the doorway. She whirled and glared daggers at him, only wishing she had Korry’s power over fire so that she could burn him to a crisp.
“And here I thought you were supposed to be clever.”
“Let me out and I’ll show you just how clever I am with my knife,” She snarled, advancing on the door-that-wasn’t.
“I think I like you right where you are,” Her captor said with satisfaction. For a moment she wondered how they had caught Korry. If she had had time, her Wilder friend certainly would have burned down the ship around them rather than be captured. Right now, she felt the same way.
“What do you want with us?” She demanded with narrowed eyes.
“Well, besides the normal bounty for two such infamous pirates…” The captain began with a grin. “Your company is expected in Shanai,” He turned away from her, whistling cheerfully. Why in the name of Pelor was he taking them to Shanai? The Jeweled City was familiar to her only because one of her friends Denna, a notorious thief, currently held residence there. She didn’t even know who the rulers were.
Nessa slammed her fist against the solid boundary between her and freedom, fear and anger rising up to choke her, until her vision of the deck beyond her blurred.
At Our Master’s Feet
Aanchal Khanna
Smith College
Where are you, O my lover, O my depth
Oh love,
The infinite sky in our belly,
The deep violet ocean in our eyes,
The orange softness in our touch, where…
The touch that is sensual - that melts, that communicates, that walks us back to our
Silence,
The love that walks us back to our silence - is the only love ?
love that makes us our own friends - love that makes us forgive - not the other first - but first
Ourselves,
Love that has the power to melt us in ourselves,
love that meditates and meditation that loves.
My depths rise upwards
my eyes talk not to you - but to someone else in You,
my heart talks not to you - but to that heart which only knows wanderings,
That heart which is in you..
that body which I know, is not you,
I long to whisper the secrets of my soul to your soul
Oh I long to be in you
Oh I long to not just have our bodies make love
I long
I long
I long
For all to make love
I long
for our eyes to make love
I long for our hands to dissolve in love
I long for our feet swirling in the sky
Dancing on the stars
Playing hide and seek
Like children in the sky
I long
where are you
I wait
For you
To arrive
At our Master’s feet
Then I wait
to arrive at Love’s feet
Perhaps this is pain,
You have your time,
I wish
to keep whispering
keep whispering
keep
whispering
to
you.
Someday, one day, any day,
you feel ready
we’ll rise in love
rise
rise
rise
Oh love, just rise
Till then
I
will keep
dancing
swirling
walking
walking…
Repeating
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I Met a Girl
Gabrielle Martone
Smith College
I met a girl
While peering through a looking class
Where two selves bore their souls
As if it were Judgment Day
Where her body stood, two roads forked
Diverged in separate parts
While both parts clamored for her, reciting deep desires
Her face held strong
As if she heard nothing more than the wind whispering through the trees
Even a taut warrior poised to strike
Could find no fault in either choice of path
Yet she knew at the depths of her core
That there was only one way for her to go
One road would enslave her
The other set her free
But neither would be her own
Looking into her eyes,
Those dark sapphires that held so much more than mine
Admiration swelled within me
A longing to feel as if I could take on the world
Like her, who knew that her own date
Led down only the unbeaten path.
And when we met eye to eye
I saw many futures bellow about her
As she stood strong
All the choices she made,
They were fueled by her passion-ridden heart
I prayed that I might have a single ounce
Of what made her headstrong
So that I might live another day
So that I might leave another breath
I pulled away,
I turned to go
I was there that I could barely see a flash of who she would be
A flash across the eye, a semblance of a stormy sky
It held her heart in tact
And her head in place
As though she truly knew her own way
I was long gone before I could figure out the final chord
I whisked myself down an already beaten path
Whether it would enslave me, or set me free
I would not know
But now, at the end of time
Now that the Crone has called me home
I only wish that I had known that she was me all along.