I can cry a million tears,
You still wouldn’t feel the moisture within my words,
You rather see a dreamed tomorrow,
Soaring the land as if you were a bird,
Deep inside the burning for you is now being replaced
With you spitting poison of hate in my lung,
As I inhale and exchange the gases,
Entwining my bloodline that builds the cells within,
But no not you
Who thinks she is encaptive.
Behind enemy lines trying to sneak pass the warden.
As he is sleeping on duty
Hoping her steps is silent.
She hoping to carry the slave candle to the other side
Which is divorce?
For a newly born wife
That sees her mate as controlling and won’t bend…
For the end cause…
So she can release the stress of her days.
Thoughts dying away as the four walls suffocate the mind.
Her beauty as Cinderella waits for her prince
To carry her way with the glass shoe hopes to a bigger house
With more bathrooms and guest rooms that a nuclear family would ever need
While developing to a family of three or maybe four.
Instead of placing a bowel of encouraging words
So her man can consume.
The sweetness of her spirit that honors his right arm
As togetherness as one in the struggle of peace and liberty vanishes.
O’ I forgot,
She still seeking that independent lifestyle
Yours and mines behavior
That rude awakens
“The We and the Us of a Family Dream”.
As a decaying heart is melting its freshness.
Her families are called to spread the condition
She thinks
She faces as seed are planted in the minds
Show a different light on the man.
She once called her husband.
It’s a shame to see the mind
Working under the stressful environment of being housed for hours to think wildly.
She seeks advice from bias family and friends
Hoping to re-enforce her spirit to lift the anchor of the wife being betrayed by her husband
For which she thinks is another
But blinded from her own wicket knife that stabs the core of her marriage.