Do everything right;
Smile when I should.
Never show weakness,
And keep my head high;
Stand by my man;
Forgive him when I can;
Been patient and giving,
Love never given begrudgingly;
But what has it gotten me?
Anger and pain;
An empty bed and a broken heart;
A weakened shoulder,
And weary eyes;
A reputation befitting some saint,
Perched high upon a pedestal undeserved;
This verse professing imperfection
And fallacy in a flawed cycle
©2017 – V. A. Coote