The last knock was so quiet
Barely she heard the rattle
Out of curiosity she peered outside
Standing there deshevled
Was her long lost prince
Her heart broke, but not her pride
She asked him what he wanted
He asked to be let in
Tired of being used she closed the door
Feeling so awful
And dreadfully sad
She crumbled onto the floor
She was not rich or pretty
Had nothing left to give
But time and energy he always took
Away from her future
Away from her pack
From the outside toxic it looked
She had been drunk on dreams
Had eaten so much potential
But her children were starving and thin
Eventually she woke up
From the trance they called love
And decided no more would she give in
She sent him on his way
Her beautiful prince
And told him to find himself
She focused on happiness
Joy and laughter
Nevermore waiting on the shelf
Time passed as it does
Everything smooth downstream
And again she heard that knock
Not any more
She thought to herself
And ‘that’ door she did lock.
Tag: Priorities
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Push it down the sadness
Push it down the grief
Breathe that little shallower
To not rock what’s underneath
Survive another second
Hold back the tears
Breathe that little shallower
Don’t give in to the fears
Distract another minute
Recite helpful words
Breathe a little shallower
Suppress that pang of hurt
Get into the sunshine
Hug those you love
Breathe a little deeper
Let out cries above
Lessons comes in all shapes
Let it start within
Breathe a little deeper
Let healing begin -
What is a team?
Not this, we say. Not this.
You want to talk my dear?
Wait for the child to sleep, can we?
Oh! You’re more important?!
[She breathes, her heart dead weight]
A single male in the wild can never be trusted, for he will kill the cubs for his gain
How human are we?
Not much, I say. Not much.
There’s not much to say my dear
Actions speak louder than words, it seems.
Oh! I guess this isn’t important!
[She breathes, her heart more weight than gold]
A mother will never feel bad for sacrificing a man for the welfare and love of her child.
How human are we?
We are mothers! Regardless of species.
We are women.
We are what it means to be humane.
Something a man may never truly understand…
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