Meadow Mint

"Curse thee Life, I will live with thee no more!
Thou has mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!
And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,
I have kissed my crust and eaten sparingly
That I might eat again, and met thy sneers
with deprications, and thy blows with tears,-
Aye, from thy glutted lash, glad, crawled away,
As if spent passion were a holiday!
And now I go. Nor threat , nor easy vow
Of tardy kindness can avail thee now
With me, whence fear and faith are flown;
Lonely I came, and I depart alone,
And know not where nor unto who I go;
But that thou canst not follow e I know"

- Edna St Vincent Millay