There is a way out
but you are not even looking
even he despises you for it
can’t believe you are that stupid or lazy.
Woman,
the door is unlocked.
Prove them wrong
Prove to yourself
that you are not that beaten
or that occupied.
The fields are green
ripe with golden fruit
Clean your eyeglasses
and look
Remember the full moon.
Prepare for winter’s fall,
But do go.
Find your passion.
Breathe the salty air, taste orange glee
Pick the pink wildflowers
Place them in your hair
and sway to the rhythm
of your purple heart.
Put down the crying towel
it is for another
It is a temporary solace
a place to reflect
pool your options
finally, to turn away.
Open the door,
and find another room to dress
plant those flowers
bring your good cheer.
The other man upstairs
expects so much more
from you.
Do leave lollygag hill
and find your true self.
She waits
by the old cistern
filled with muddy water.
She knows your smell
and she still waits
and marvels at the time.
Corney Press 