Tomorrow, a Blurred Version of My Today
He promised,
he would not do it again
it was a once off thing
but his anger is so uncontrollable
it makes him so unpredictable…
now I walk around on edge all the time
waiting,
anticipating,
when it will happen again
he said it is only because
he loves me…
I’m so confused
“do you think love constitutes hitting me?”
“do you think I deserved it?”
Maybe I should have ironed his shirt like he asked
Maybe, just maybe he would not have slapped me…
He did give me a diamond necklace
to show how sorry he was the first time
but last night he turned on me again
I could not go to work today
I will have to stay in doors for a while…
I can’t look anybody in the face
My eye half shut and inflamed
They will think I deserved this,
He did say it is my fault
Tomorrow, I’m going try to be a better wife
And not give him a reason to lash out at me
I wonder how many tomorrow’s I’ll see,
through half opened eyes…
©15062010
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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