What Had Happened Was

I've been cold.
I've been rich.
I've been safe.
I've been ignored.
I've been in love.
I've read Anna Karenina seventeen times.
I've fed babies, with rosebud lips drinking my breasts.
I've lingered in the garden of Heart's Ease and daffodils.
I've lied and been lied to.
I've been a hart.
I've been snared.
I've been collared.
I am incarcerated.
How to leave with my life inside me still?