Coming to Terms
Becca Sykes Kofonow
I am coming to terms,
the terms that come,
I am older, my body does not do what I ask.
I wish for control and get a test of patience.
I know it is a virtue, but it’s a virtue I do not possess.
I think of myself as a failure for not having a body
that can keep me healthy or make someone else.
It is my job as a woman to care for others then create others and care for them as well.
I do not seem to be passing on either exam.
I hate to fail. I hate to be left behind.
My heart is happy, but it is also sad.
I can’t have what they have.
I don’t get what they get.
I do not do what they do.
I am not allowed what they take for granted.
I need to find my own happy, but it is so hard to find your happy,
When everyone else’s happy looks so good.
I am coming to terms,
the terms of defeat,
I am older, my body will not do what I ask.
I am coming to terms.
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