Is there a schedule for these upheavals?

No longer angel

no longer slave

I fold my useless wings

and mourn the broken chain.

Happiness eludes me.

I smile at ghosts of flowers

that whip around and slash my face with thorns.

Someone.

Please.

Give me a map.

Or maybe I’m deluded

and there is no path here after all.

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There are issues. A standing, recurrent issue. It comes up again every so often. As it did this weekend. I keep disappointing him. And then we slowly work our way back, until things seem more glorious than ever, and then he again starts thinking about the part that doesn't meet his expectations, and grows angry, and nothing I can say will make it right. And then the cycle resumes. But it's wearing me out.

Or maybe it's just that it feels like it's been raining for 2 months now.