A piece

...Sometimes I want to bite, scratch and kick you for letting him see me and yet entangled by cords of sweet and bitter love I thank thee the same. What kind of woman am I? I have been tossed back and forth, thrown, twisted, broken and mocked. Where exactly do I belong? Thine own I am, thine own I am. Lord,...

09/02/2008 MWS on FBK Notes; Published Publicly 11/02/2022