I wrote this poem after a lady friend of mine went through a difficult time in her marriage. She was torn between staying with a dominating husband or starting a new life with someone she had just met. I don’t know the final outcome, but I felt for her in her doubt and insecurity.
Pensive Lady
I saw her in a pensive mood,
Intense dark light was flashing.
She sought to see, but did not brood,
her world around was crashing.
She could not see the reason why
her life, her love was spare,
her every effort was decried,
she saw not what was there.
Torn between two types of life,
one free, not bound in chains.
She did not want to be a wife,
her love just caused her pain.
The stranger’s view might be her eyes,
to see both sharp and clear,
and free her from the bind that ties,
at last to see what’s here.
Her life, her love, to be her own,
to share, or keep by choice.
To stand so proud, sometimes alone,
to speak in clearest voice.
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That is beautiful. I’ve been writing poetry for many, many years. However, when I showed some of my poetry to a critique group, I was told that because my poems rhymed, it was proof I was nothing more than an amateur.
Thank you for posting your poems, it gives me hope that I’m not alone in this world.