Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

To Suit Him

She was her own person
Until she met him.
Him had another idea for her.
He wanted to mold her
Into a new person, 
Someone she tried hard 
To be
For him.

She tried for years
And years, hiding her
Lights under the burdens
Of trying so hard to please him.
She stopped smiling, and
Forgot how to laugh.

She started second guessing
What he wanted her to wear,
To say, and how he wanted her
To say it. She lived for him,
And he lived to train her.

This went on for 
Years and years.
No one in her youth would
Have recognized her.
They would have been
Looking for the bubbly,
Gregarious, friendly girl

Who had died a long time ago.
In a shallow grave, under
An oak tree where she
Decided to bury the 
Best of her, so she
Could allow him
To be the He 
He was meant
To be.

He wanted
Her to wear
Grays and browns.
This was against
Every artistic
Fiber of her soul,
At first.

But she got used
To it.  He chose
Her shoes; they
Had to be plain, dull.
He did not want her
To outshine him.

She started to balk,
But he gave her a look, and
She quickly acquiesced.
He was her prize.
She was willing to do
Everything to keep him.

In keeping him she 
Was losing herself.
He did not want children.
She had always wanted
Them, but 

She kept quiet about it
Because he was her prize.
He did not like friends, 
So she gave hers up.
Some did not go away
Quietly. They were the
First ones cut
Completely
Out of her life.

She helped him
By not protesting,
Not balking, not
Doing anything 
That would rile
Him up, make
Him unhappy or
Make him
Pout.

She completely
Lost herself.
Her family kept
Thinking she’d 
Find her way
Back to them.

But she had
Her prize.
And he would
Not allow it,
So it never happened.

We were just
Sad that she traded
The life she wanted
For a life we
Never thought
She’d have ever
Wanted.

If you had
Known her as a
Child, you would
Have never thought
This could have happened.

She used to have an
Opinion, she used to love people,
She used to have talents. If she
Had them now, she was hiding
Them.

To suit him.

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Tom Cunningham May 25, 2018 at 4:46 PM So sad when someone loses their identity and independence in that way. So hard to escape it. Tom. Caren Krutsinger May 25, 2018 at 10:56 PM It is terribly sad, and yet, I see this more often than I ever care to admit.

Mark Toney May 25, 2018 at 3:42 PM A tremendous injustice! You have written it well, Caren, but oh how sad. Caren Krutsinger May 25, 2018 at 10:56 PM Yes, and when you see it, you cannot believe it. It happens so gradually.

Heidi Sands May 25, 2018 at 3:29 PM This is so sad Caren and yet it happens. You have written about it and shown it very well. I hope she finds freedom and safety :)