Should have been Friday the 13th

End of day and brain is a swirl of confusion and hurt. Some days nothing works.

I'm feeling burnt out - no spark to re -ignite. In the ash pile my whole life lies.

Maybe I got it wrong. This day could be symptomatic of my tone deafness and I have been out of tune all the time.
But tomorrow I must try to find the melody again.
Out of the ashes rises the phoenix and his cry is harsh but true.

Mary Wolstoncroft

You who seemed to triumph over your biology
Were bitten in the end
By God's curse.
Even you could not escape the scourge of womanhood.