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by Tess
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2200597
This poem describes the moment that you realize the truth about yourself
I’m not the woman
I thought I was.
A good mother.
Wife.
I’m the nucleus
Of strife.
The eye of the storm.
When things go wrong
I can’t shield you from harm.
I leave destruction in my path.
Then flood you with tears
In the aftermath.

Oh, child
Please forgive me
For putting those
Rosy blinders over your eyes.
Making you think I was wise.
Making you feel secure.
Making you think that
Wonder Woman really exists.
That I’m so pure.
It’s not reality.
It’s all a dream.
I’m not the mother
I seem to be.

Oh, husband
I know you’re tired.
The hero cape is
Choking you.
Draining your life.
You should be able
To trust and rely
On your wife.
But you can’t.
I should be your helpmate.
Not the one who
Shows up late
With an excuse.
What’s the use?

I know it’s past time to
Get myself together.
Stop wallowing
In self pity.
Dust off my crown
And take back my city.
Because the truth is
I AM good.
Strong.
Capable.
Human.
Imperfectly perfect.
I always seem to forget.
But God’s not through with me yet.
Now THAT’S the truth.
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