Slogging through the slough
Of mediocrity
She cried out in desperation
For a little juice
And excitation in the partnership
They had.
He set out to be a lover of another
Though and
Among other cruelties like
Constant blaming
Insulting, and shaming, and demanding
Duty
Till she had no energy,
Giving
His lover clothes from the boutique
While she adorned
Her body in dull, drab, dowdy rags
Was action venom.
The deliberate mishandling, tampering playing
With her appearance
to be seen as nothing
To others
As well,
Bruised her soul.
But bruises heal and hearts grow stronger
When one
Breathes a little longer
And smiles
Inward, looking upward.
Purple Pennies 