HOUSEWIFE



I always took sea for granted
just like my life.
But an accident happened
and i became a housewife.

I thought dreams are like sky,
which gives birth to clouds.
But now i am around plates,
counting my hidden wounds.

I am no Shakespeare,
i know it for sure.
But i always thought i could
write something good,
to escape me from my
to be or not to be situation.
Now in the sink
suicides my salvation.

Life slipped from my mind
and now she is not mine.
How can i free myself
or invent a new one instead?

Cause i am fed up
with housekeeping, ironing,
washing and cooking.
Cause i am fed up
with listening in silence
and trying to keep the balance.
Cause i am fed up
with me and i want to be free,
to change my world.
Oh Lord, make me say the word...
Let me.




Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-15 at 05:59

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This reminds me very much of an Australian book and movie called "Walkabout." If you could find the movie it might resonate with you.

This poem is very real, very "present." Very sad. Find the sea, it is nearby.
2020-06-15


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
When a woman marry's
She can loose her self
Thats the danger
Ken D
2020-06-15