She was the love of my life
But was never much of a wife
Which caused a whole lot of strife
Her hatred cut through my heart like a surgical knife
Once full of life now praying for a change in life
The love faded as the hate invaded
My thoughts persuaded while my presence was degraded
Always making me feel like you downgraded
All along my soul forever shaded
Wishing I knew the reason I was hated
Or why the feelings were abated
Dreaming of the day that I will be extricated
We were definitely mismated
What a fool as I stand here life deflated
Can only hope it will be mended
Its always myself I'm defending
Time to stop pretending
No more room for bending
The unrelenting ending is impending
3/29/2017
Categories:
mismated, abuse, conflict, divorce, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many stains
It's mostly been an uphill climb
Some sunny days, some rain
A little big when they were new
With ample room to grow
This green stain here on my left shoe
Was puberty's first blow
Those salt stains there, that's sweat and tears
Still damp from being heartbroken
They've darkened some throughout the years
Old wounds that were reopened
There are no stains from happy tears
I finally understood
Obviously they disappeared
Right after parenthood
All these scuff marks 'long the sides
Well they're from clumsiness
From times I fell and hurt my pride
A reminding subsequence
They've danced and skated, loved and dated
Walked a few high wires
Death devastated, been mismated
Even walked through hell's hot fires
It's said that one can tell a lot
By looking at one's shoes
Until you've worn these shoes I've got
You really have no clue
an original poem by Daniel Turner
NOT FOR CONTEST
Categories:
mismated, appreciation, perspective,
Form: Rhyme