Pain was gradually eroding my heart.
Pain was gradually killing my health.
My brain grew bored of pondering.
I wish he knew he was ruining my health.
He was going to let me be.
He had high aspirations.
I was his wife.
But my marriage was shattered.
Life there was very painful.
I was like a victim.
My husband's maid.
Dealing with his demands was too much.
I became exhausted.
He was a source of pain in my life.
He transformed me into a housemaid.
He was often yelling at me.
He was constantly scrutinizing my movements.
He was checking to see if my chores were excellent.
I realized that I was no longer his wife.
He wanted a maid.
Running away was the only choice.
The only way to reclaim my life.
The only way to focus on my life.
I have found peace since I ran.
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Gloria Penelope
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Comments (1)
Gloria, may I ask if the character is yourself or imaginary? I know many women ( and men) relate to the feeling of being `kept´ rather than loved. Is there a reason you choose to use periods when you write? I really feel you have a lot to offer and wonder if you have explored a type of poetry known as " prose" or " freestyle"? I honor your candor.