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#impactonspouse
What is this stress making my belly churn my skin’s itchiness, my pulse race? Could it be from the financial separation, kids, career, general obligation? New starter to train, bookweek costume, book balancing, bithday cake? Oh wait, I see— I can do these things, all of these things, with a smile and a grin. It’s you, ex man (child) of mine looking lost that unravels me too easily.
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Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 9:13 AM UTC
The cause
My (ex) mother in law says She loves me, she won’t say any more but worries I’ll miss her boy one day in the future. I was his pride and joy. My mother says maybe the women of the past tried harder. Is there anything to rescue, women must try harder than men. I haven’t worried about missing him; until now. The relief has felt so liberating. Relief from that pressure to carry it all, do it all, with a smile, without love. A smile, a gesture, care my way would have been fuel for a year, but the silence felt suffocating. I’d rather love myself than smile and pretend that I’m loved by the husband in my bed. For our kids, for me, I’m better alone. Now, though, that worm in my ear. Will I regret this more next year? More than the grief of this family broken? I cannot see that I will. Joy is breaking through; but — What do I do with this worm?
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
What the mothers say
You’re holding me ransom From within your own cell Holding my life ransom because you’re not able. Please please please give me something to work on. Are you out or are you in. Still trapped by this instability, even when I’m away from you. Do I plan without, around you Or Do I plan for you to be within The fabric of this new world.
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Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
Ransom
You throw blame casually, consistently, targeting me. Small bullets constantly peppering under a guise of civility. Pressure builds small barbs hit flesh am I blameworthy? But wait—let me stop and see your narcissism truthfully. Stand on your feet, find inner peace, not blaming and self-pity. Recognise my battle lost; take your responsibility. Find your equanimity  — and liberate me. .
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
Liberate me
Husband going back To hospital Suicidal Mental health Oh my god Not again Panicking I broke free But feel so guilty Is it my fault? They say not. Couldn’t survive with him Can he survive without me.
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
He’s going back to hospital