Maybe I Have Never Been

Maybe I have never existed. Do not look at me with wide-open eyes. This entire story is the narrative of my life. I am a woman, the embodiment of creation on Earth, The creator of love, the creator of tears. At least you, do not deny me, unlike those before you. Do not forget all that we endured; it was the custom of that era, unquestioned. And it takes a great soul to accept and endure all those customs for love, unconditionally! I even shared a habit called love with another like myself— She, too, the creator of tears and love. And our share of the flow of a river called life Became the bridges they destroyed behind us. Do not look at today. The complaints of today’s people were the dreams of us from yesterday. And this story continues, endlessly repeated, forever. As if we never existed. Perhaps we truly never existed!