Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence

So take my vows and scatter them to sea

Who swears the sweetest is no more than human

And say no kinder words than these of me

"Ever she longed for peace, but was a woman!

And thus they are, whose silly female dust

Needs little enough to clutter it and bind it

Who meet a slanted gaze, and ever must

Go build themselves a soul to dwell behind it."



For now I am my own again, my friend!

This scar but points the whiteness of my breast

This frenzy, like its betters, spins an end

And now I am my own. And that is best

Therefore, I am immeasurably grateful

To you, for proving shallow, false, and hateful