Easy now. I beg you. From the rains, there is a stillness. Curl up in that quiet. Listen to the crying, It’s coming from Soul and gut. Never again Will I doubt my own doubt You played me Like a drum and I was so dumb In love and committed As a wife Wearing no ring. My value is Not yours For appraisal. And you’re mad and Angry That these words Make sense, That I could Make sense Here in this canoe. Swim down Albacore Down stream For I will not catch you Again… For I will throw you Back in.