And the wet washed clean.
I am not the wife, forgotten, seconded to technology.
I am not the one night.
I am not the woman impressed with gifts, wealth, bought for breeding, and punished to change.
I am not the emotional attaché to cure.
I am not the audience for admiration, or a physician.
I am not a believer in the broken.
I am not the weekender.
Thirteen days.

I am reformed.
*a poem by my friend R, it was beautiful and i wanted to repost it for my friends to enjoy!