Adam, Son of God
You fell, yet I am backsliding
into oblivion where the mundane knows impossible
on that day that you betrayed innocence.
The reward of marriage mocks the essence
of living. What is purpose now?
Purposely you left me to fend for myself.
Unequipped and stripped of freedom and security
as a modern woman. Forcing the definition
of feminism into this grotesque ball of bitterness
Working hard, yet hardly understanding I
Just do and be what I am supposed to do and be.
Every day that passes I am more lodged in this rut
With three progeny
No rhythm, no rhyme, no reason
Except for these three
Your temptation passes into a new life,
while mine is working on the old.
When I embrace my maker,
I will understand my purpose-
It’s relational. Meeting and defeating conflict,
while you drift from new life to new life,
A shame becomes the sham.
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