I remeber a different life
a poet’s call
such waste
body laying, yearing
too long in the field
let it all go
something of this pain
grew out of shit
formed a different life
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Valerie Roney 
a different life
no longer eager to please
for pleasing sake.
no longer the good girl
shy and demure.
no longer angry at life
as I stuff everything down my throat
and swallow bitterness
a different life
just myself now
and accepting what is
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same old same old
is beginning to charm me
never too late?
gimme what i have
right now!
a different life
indeed
signed
the bitch
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knuckle biting classroom sobs
whose pain scores highest
smashed in computer screen
shared dream uniquely betrayed
let it all go
eyes fist tight
ten years in a single bed
nine years talking with people
who know my kind go to hell
I live with everyone
l live alone
growing or wasting
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I remember a different life.
My first life
I was self-assured
and quite inured
to the pleasing of others.
The second life
destroyed the first
but then gave birth
to renewal and
reformation
which brought about
the pleasing of others
and a phoenix anew.
Always cyclic.
Never repeating.
Always learning
and growing and
change.
Eternally hoping
the next quantum
is the smallest of jumps
that leads
to the biggest of steps.
Eternal failure
which leads to hope
that leads to scars.
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