Death by Expectations: Misconceptions


I wept in the wee hours,

Crushed under the weight of my failures,

Debilitated by the scope of my own expectations dashed,

But unexpected were the fingers that brushed my cheek,

Wiping away my weeping,

Unexpected was the hushed tone,

The reverence,

The testimony of accolades,

Long forgotten,

Or dismissed in the grand scheme,

Of things overshadowed by,

Unrealized ambitions.

The mothering, the lovering, the friendships and sagedom.

Unexpected were the arms that enfolded misery,

In an attempt to stay my sorrow,

Or the lips that brushed mine,

By way of comfort.

Or the pointing out,

That I had blocked out my shine,

Trying to kill myself to meet my expectations.

In response to The Sandbox Writing Challenge.


About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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