For the longest time, we are forced to play
the role of a mad woman– the woman in the attic,
the deranged lover, the desperate mother looking for her lost children,
the loveless nymphomaniac,
or else, the crazy cat lady– only because we have found ourselves
to be too intense, too carnal, too strong
to be contained, that we choose to be let loose
into a cage of this character sketch.
But wild one, we have stayed in this space for far too long–
finding solace in each other’s complexities and wickedness
that we forget that there are other acts, other parts,
and other stages waiting to be created and be played. Leave
and make yourself tender again
just as you have entered bravely
despite cold feet and countless rejections.