Tuesday 10 April 2012

I is for IGNITE

 IGNITE THE FIRE

Can we ignite the fire to rekindle the flame?
Or are we just living together playing the game
Being civil to each other and pretending it’s alright
Going through the motions to get through another night.


She stays always hoping for more
Every day she becomes less and less sure
Her daughters must be her priority
Her days are full and the nights empty.

She’s the forgotten figure
The face that is always there
Taken for granted, used and abused
She knows she is being misused.


She’s decided to make the sacrifice
She carries on and hopes it will suffice
To keep her girls safe and warm
She gives her love and comfort and will conform.

She made her choice and accepts it with grace
The mask she dons on her heart and her brave face
She packs her hopes and dreams in a suitcase
Seals the lock shut, her life trapped inside a hidden place.

For the next 18 years she’ll suppress the tears
No-one will know how much she fears
She can't leave, she won't surrender
She’ll love them all and be their anchor.




9 comments:

  1. How sad this is and how true for so many.

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  2. Nicely done and oh so familiar.

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  3. Yes, how sad. How poignant as my parents fitted into this category exactly, but made the break after 33 years. And how it's affected my view to NEVER compromise on happiness (easier when you have no kids).

    Thanks for such a poignant and touching poem.

    Bex
    www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com

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  4. My morning ritual, stopping by to read your poems. Unfortuantely like many, this one hits close to home.

    "She made her choice and accepts it with grace
    The mask she dons on her heart and her brave face
    She packs her hopes and dreams in a suitcase
    Seals the lock shut, her life trapped inside a hidden place."

    Very touching and telling.

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  5. Another fantastic poem, I love the opening :)

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  6. Very evocative and powerful poem, beautifully written, love the pic, too.

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  7. Gosh, another sad poem. I have always vowed not to compromise my life for what I think is the best thing. I think the best thing we can ever do for our kids is to be happy ourselves, otherwise what sort of role model are we? Thanks for this poem.

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    1. Tomorrow is more cheerful - I promise.

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  8. Oh WOW... Sally.. you really are amazing. such a gifted writer..
    Hugs. :-)

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