![]() |
My world breaks apart when changes come... |
Changes riddle life They bring pain; Some, uncomfortable growing pains Others, an amputation of what was. My life stands at a crossroads It is not perfect. In fact, it is crumbling around me. I dig for strength And battle waves of depression That threaten my sanity. My marriage is over. We are on different pages My husband says; But I wonder if this is mid life crisis Or a culmination of unhappiness That has chiseled away at us For many of our years. He has never felt like my soul mate; I have never been completely comfortable Being myself around him. In fact, I quiet my usual exuberance When we are around my family So as not to offend or upset. He does not always get my sense of humour My wit is often met a look That tells me I make no sense To him. Why did I come this way? Was it pressure to conform To expectations of society Or did I really think I was in love? Now I must press forward And find my way... Alone. 35 lines. Prompt for: Jan 26, 2016 (Ren) ▶︎ |