Written for dVerse Poets, “Poetry as a vehicle to transport emotions”
Use your poem as a vehicle, an outlet, a mirror for your emotions
A hater of being controlled,
I thought I was being bold
to refuse college, and go away
at eighteen to marry–a price was paid.
It has taken me years of tears
to deal with my rebellion and fears,
to accept that life is not fair.
People say I should have exercised care
when I spoke my mind in the work place,
quitting jobs on impulse with no about-face.
I know I often go against the grain
causing myself and my family pain.
Analyze me? That has been done.
Introspection has not won
me assurance or inner peace,
though, in the cloth of life, I am merely a crease.