31 Mar 2013 No Comments

The Dutiful Wives Club… a poem

The Dutiful Wives Club Beaten, bruised inside and out. Her eyes on the ground & stay there. Soft sad voice mumbling answers No, I fell. Really. And I’m clumsy by nature. Hands clench, eyes tear.The physical pain can be cured with pills and potions, patting and presents. Inside her heart is raw with letting it(…)

by Cheryl M Brown in Semi-autobiographical Tags: , ,