What She Most Desired
Letting him in, even, strangely,
A little wary, remembering her vow,
She remained silent. According
To him, he’d done nothing wrong,
In the same way that a collector, hoarding
His treasure trove, feels no need to answer
To anyone. For too long she’d lived
In his shadow, which, like a cancer,
Threatened to destroy whatever sense
Of self she’d been able to preserve.
What she most desired was a fence
Around her property, and the power
To let some people in and keep
Others out. Why did she still cower
Before him, when it was clear
He had nothing to give, and nothing
To take? What did she fear?
She had only to live in the moment.