A Woman in Suffering

-A Woman in Suffering-
by
Keaton Foster



She stands
Legs spread
Blood drips
Her chance
At motherhood
Slips
God’s unrequited gift
Meant to be skipped
She is just not ready
Her life
All strife
The curse of her heck
The wanting ways
All which she has come to regret
Certainly much more than most
She
A woman in suffering
So many afflictions
A man who hates her
A father who is ashamed of her
A mother who has come to envy her
She has made so many mistakes
Yet monthly she alone
Continually makes the right choice
Abstinence if you will
Her bruiser of a man likes to beat her
She is too afraid to leave him
She is too concerned to kill him
For a time, but no longer
She was sure
That she had nothing without him
And in her at times illogical mind
What she had was better than most
He keeps asking for a child
An heir to the throne of madness
She won’t give it to him
Having a child
Just to have one
Is no reason at all
The world that we all live in
Hers, mine, and yours
Must be left better than found
Contribution without questions
Despite any and all concern
Is really our only chance
And she knows that
And those by her side don’t
They are ignorant animals
While she is not
Articulation impresses her
That is why she loves her own words
She is always speaking for herself
What she has to say is no understatement
Both poignant and pointed
Profoundly intelligent from the mind
Of someone otherwise seen as ignorant
She
A Woman in suffering
Who is now doing so as little as is required
Three to seven days
She will be free of her choices
At least for a brief time
Such time she won’t waste
Such time will allow her
To plot an adequate escape
A new life filled with choices
Ones easily worthwhile
Awaits
She’ll get there
She just has to…




A Woman in Suffering
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013