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With each new day, there is a sunrise and possibility of change. Like opening a new book. |
Turn the Page, A Clean Slate Battered suitcase of memories, Is all that’s left of what once was me. I walk away, close each door. This new world awaits, where I am free. A tender rose, he teased open by prose. Touched my virginal heart, words to please. A frightened doe, sheltered by nature’s clothes, Layer by layer, he unwrapped each piece. Sweet with promises, a handsome prince. Childhood books, I believed, fairy tales come true. My future was mapped out, but you offer romance. Red roses, sweet words, fancy mirror to pass through. A bird in a hurricane, you carried this Juliet away. Love is blind, a child can be bought by fake jewels. Buried in a land of innocence, my trust lead astray. A majestic ocean home is a new fortress of cruel. Knowledge is the key for weak women like me. Raised to believe men will care for everything. Like a caveman from times past, I was a guarantee. A soft presence, sex toy, hostess, mother of offspring. I wanted to please, a child I did give. A strong son, a lovely boy with golden curls. He became very ill, I was told his life I deprived. Why would I hurt the best part of my world? An avalanche of tears I cried when my son died. That grief sick monster came for his revenge at night. An empty shell, I am pain personified inside. Bruised outside, a soul in flight, no hope or appetite. Several years go by, he tires of this punching bag. I begin to care again, begin to use technology. With no trophy wife, he has moved on to new games. I want to find this other world without misogyny. My once gilded cage had become a horrid cell. I had a key, why did I stay? I didn't love me. A smile on my face, a cab awaits with no pumpkin shell. This bird will fly away, strong wings that sail free. By Kathie Stehr Jan 1, 2021 |