Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there were days when I could not get out of my chair
i kept looking at what seemed like endless despair
broken hearted and lonely
what I missed was something that had never really been in the air
i was everything and nothing, he was just there

i rose one morning and looked in the mirror
and wondered how i could have done this
he was never a winner
with all the sucesses and good things that have happened
he could not stand it
he just wanted me to make him dinner

my face emerged with a tired look
since then i have come alive
my sensous soul is back in full bloom
all the greatness of having my own room
i like sleeping in the center of the bed
i like eating when i am hungry
instead of when someone else needs to be fed

i love myself again
and pity him
because all his lights have since grown dim
my garage has become an art studio
instead of a grease monkey s nightmare
i laugh sometimes at how good it is now
there is nothing to say

frayed and tarnished i wanded in your shadow
your abusive prison language made me cower
suddenly the freedom of a warm shower is worth more to me than the effial tower

Thanks
for writing
for keeping in touch

You sound like you are on the mend.

bravesoul...enjoy the sun on your face & bloom

Creativesoul, sometimes I think the concept of marriage should be reinvented. Your courage inspires me. I find hope for all in your daring to make a new life for yourself.

John