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Dear Frowning Bride
Standing before the life
You believed you wanted,
All the conquests
He thought were his,
That you alone planned-
The ruined ties
And salvaged remains
Of a love that existed
Prior to your entrance,
You believed the tale he told
Of riches and celebrity
Of a heart throbbing
For only your beauty,
Your fruitful…mind
Only to find,
You were his road
To the success he had ruined
With his villainous ways,
You were the key he needed
To pry open the door
Previously closed,
Your own cunning
Cut you down,
And set free his previous prisoner,
And now you stare
From the bars you helped create
At the life she created
Among the wildflowers
And her loving husband,
The life she desired
All along
The quaint and quiet,
The cottage in the woods
Anonyme her guide
As she hides from the prying eyes
Of the likes of you-
While your own vows
Fill your mouth
With the bitter taste of poison
And you fear that tomorrow
Will indeed come
With another set of chores,
Another set of stairs
That you alone must climb
While the coward clings
To your frail back,
Set on bringing you down with him
If you can’t carry both-
All along his eyes linger
Searching for the next opportunity
A man never pleased
A trait you share-
And now you wonder
What happened to the life
You thought you watched,
You thought you spied
Through the lens of a camera,
Her smiling face
Only framed for a second-
The green grass beyond the fence
You thought existed-
Instead you have found
The land you coveted
As barren as his soul,
A trick played by light
Or lack of-
You reach for me,
The one who escaped
Crying of sadness you believed,
But no,
It was the taste of freedom
That you provided
That filled my eyes
With tears of rejoice-
The lifting of a weight
I never meant to carry-
And now I wish
You could taste the same
But if one of us must suffer
I am happy to say,
It will not be me.
Sincerely,
The Escapee.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (4)
I find myself here, the villain in your tale, weighing down my own beloved with my caustic ineptitude, the one to whom I want to be true, to whom I have been true in body, except for that wandering eye that longs for beauty wherever it resides, even though it could never exceed her own. Faithless heart, consumed with fantasies, while in truth all I desire is the warmth of her touch, her understanding gaze, the longing in her eyes. I fear I have crushed all that I have wanted with each senseless infirmity seeping from my soul, my soul which now withers & becomes empty. A soul I no longer feel, my soul which is no more. Faithless heart, believe no more.
ooooh this was deep! Beautifully done.
Incredibly evocative. Well done!
Whoa. Not for the faint of heart, this one. As someone who has (gender-reversed) been this escapee... Thank You for writing this. This spoke to me in all kinds of ways - including a whole lot going on between your lines... that toward which your words are pointing. Beautifully expressed, Katrina. Wow.