Back Home Wife … 2905-2k13

Protected child of hamlets gone In time she’s learned to colors don Skipped pranced in nursery games heard sinister hush of girlie shames Parallel to humbug, opened eyes Understood meaning of stifled sighs sipped the gospel soaked up some horror and tales of kingdom come Along her path to heavier books No pleasing breaks in shady nooks A disquieting mix of rituals, skills under lingering fret of utility bills sometimes shook by fear of rakes then again say whatever it takes hate chance falter with a fake silently in embers smolder bake cast off walks in a mixed up park no candlelit reprieve in a bedroom dark her life is packed and of her choice increasingly inside an echoing voice asks harrowed heart, who am I? want a family, but not on the sly! ever struggling with feet in boats split up thus we cross no moats No respite in a borrowed life But no fun in a back home wife