My marriage hangs in the balance, broken and frayed by past grievances. |
September 11 Prompt ▼ Broken Dreams of Us I can no longer hide or deny My relationship with my husband Is dire and crumbling. I cannot conjure anything To fix the brokenness That has befallen What we have or had together. I can only watch as he pulls further away, Telling me I am no longer so special. Like a gash to my heart, The barb ensnares And pulls at the wound, Causing it to gap and weep. What I say bores him And he can find better things to do With his time. So now he slips away, Not saying where heβs going Or when he will return. Leaving me waiting, Sitting on edge, Wanting to be part of the US that was, But knowing His negative soul Is bitter And resentment holds him Locked in past grievances That he can no longer forgive. That US is no more Whatever comes from this Will be different If it survives at all. And right now, I am not sure If I want it to survive Or if I want to break free And go on my own, Down a path Fraught with uncertainty. I rustle and rangle my thoughts As Fear almost paralyzes me, But I know my family Will support Whatever my choice may be Come what may. 44 lines. |