Scream a scream dares to escape her throat a scream so piercing it could cut through the thickest shroud dreams deferred reverberate through her skull pounding, round and round round and round round and round "could’ve been something" "should’ve been something" "would’ve been something" on repeat, automatic always, when she’s alone a spark of determination flares originates from the depths of reason gnaws at her lets her believe become what she could’ve been an I-Can-Do-It! takes shape in a corner of her mind plans start calculating goals emerge she envisions a future but first, she must do the laundry wash dishes, cook a meal before the kids come home. |