I am told time heals, yet in his heels I find shelter as he stambles on me
We were taught a good wife should be submissive
And it’s her job to make sure her marriage works
Daughter of the soil will not raise a son alone, thou shall not
Else, she is a failure
I never wished to fail at anything I do
I even lost parts of myself trying to save this union
Coiled my tail on ideas I had sworn never to allow
He knew I was his weakness
After hitting me he’d come give me nice strokes
And we all agree that could make one a captive
His slave I was willing to be
His sleeves to forever mend when his fist makes his muscles tear them up
Is that the much I have lost myself?
I was the campaigner of self love yet I’m here compromising all my teachings
The preaching water and drinking wine state
Now let me drink myself to sleep
Hoping that tomorrow I’ll wake up with more courage
I’m an aidless butterfly in a cocoon of life
Almost forgetting how to fly my wings
© Gathoni Wamwondwe