Jack London is King!

somewhere there's a woman. a woman who's anger, desperation, and guilt eventually gave way to pain. i fear for the mother in her. for the instincts that seem to sense the threat of a loss so huge and irrevocable that the mind baulks at taking its measure. she is not the woman who raised that child but a person softened by the forced reflection that comes with loss. still, everything has to be said.

it had to happen. there was pain so deep it could barely be reached. the day would come that i would do what had to be done. time had transpired. i suppose some had forgotten. not me. the pain was too deep to forget. so i let her go. liberated her of the child she couldn't love. where there once was a struggling mother there is now a woman free of burden.

if you want something in life reach out and grab it.