Will the avalanche occur on the Yukon the day I choose to walk? I’m here to forget my troubles, not hear nature’s anger talk. Will a shark bite my leg off the morning I surf the Pacific Coast to regain my bliss? I am not here to invade the shark’s home, I am giving myself an athletic kiss. How much more can I lose? Have I worked hard enough? I felt as if I should be nice, but that was a fight, and I was supposed to be tough. I don’t want my worst moment to happen again. I want to be a good woman and a selfless friend. I will keep myself calm, keep my tongue still. I will be polite if someone criticizes me or insists I accept their help, indeed they will. They know I am different, oblivious, and strange. We humans are a cluster of works in progress, not a group to be arranged. I am here for the same reason, they are no better no worst. Changing to be improved is a gift, and very much so a curse, I will change, I’ll reimburse, but never again, will I be that worse. The future is in my hands, not in my purse. This is not worth a word in the dictionary of words of curse, I’d like to be better and humble, no longer worse.