My Poetry. Traded in!

I tried to be the best wife I could,
But it wasn't enough for you;
Determined to anger me, make me sad,
Forever keeping me blue.

Deliberately you goaded me till I cried,
Starting arguments to make me give in;
The mental torture cut deep inside,
Gnawing at me from within.

Thirty-five years of marriage I gave you,
Chucked away like a used handkerchief;
No counseling or help to decide our fate,
Just your justice and relief.

You traded me in for someone else,
Never taking my feelings into account;
I worked hard our whole marriage for you and the kids,
No matter the struggle or the amount.

So go have your life, be with that girl,
Leave me alone to survive;
Don't worry about me, be happy yourself—
I'll be fine on my own, I'm alive!

I struggled to live, scared on my own,
But I'm strong and I will survive.
The man I loved for forty years
Is gone; life is not fair.

Kids all gone, lives of their own,
My mind is going spare.
Not going out, no friends to see,
Living this life day by day.

It's hard to forget so many years
In this nightmarish foray.
So it's questionable why this happened to me—
In a previous life, was I bad?

Months have passed, things moving on,
Day by day, not so sad.
Going shopping, eating out,
In my new role as single, not a wife.

I reflect now, happy on my own,
When it nearly ended by taking my life;
But time is a great healer, so they say,
Especially for an abandoned wife.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025