I passed my
driving test
in
Twickenham
after SEVEN
attempts.
FREEDOM! I
cried
and kissed
the examiner on his cheek
before he
could protest.
Ever since
then,
I've been
imprisoning myself
in parking
bays
that keep
getting narrower.
I saw you --
the other
day.
You didn't
look like you any more.
Freedom
is what I was after.
You said.
Met him.
Found love. Got married. Had kids.
Free to
be me--
I
thought.
Life on my terms--
I thought.
BUT,
fumbling fingers unfasten my bra straps
and cage
me in marital bliss--
night
after night.
Wow Arti I don't know how I feel about your poem. I can relate to many parts, getting a drivers license equals freedom, and squeezing into seemingly smaller and smaller parking spaces but I'm not a wordsmith and I don't understand the last part. I truly hope all is well with you. You seem like a very good person and deserve happiness.
ReplyDeleteShelly @ http://hangryfork.com
All is well with me Shelly:) Couldn't be happier. In fact, I'm in Budapest for a few days- to see my daughter and the hubby has come over for the weekend. It's all good.
DeleteI will put a disclaimer that it's not all about me...it's a result of a discussion some of us were having the other day and how some women feel obliged to oblige, even when they don't want to. Hope this helps. I think I'm like any other person: good and bad;)
Just updated the post with a disclaimer...realized family and friends will be reading too! Thanks for that Shelly:)
DeleteOkay I'm happy for you Arti! Enjoy your holiday!
DeleteI was wondering if this poem was about you or not, that's why I didn't want to make any assumptions.
The A to Z Challenge has me reading so many writers websites and I never know I'm reading truth or fiction. Lol
Shelly @ http://hangryfork.com
True! Voiced very well. I agree with you! Waiting for more blogs! Good luck!
ReplyDeleteThank you Manu. You are a strong woman. xx
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