You were my lover
My partner, my husband
My slave, my excuse
You were my anger
My discontent, my displeasure
I looked up the meaning of equal in the dictionary some of the definitions: having identical privileges, status, rights. Evenly balanced or proportioned. Neither of these definitions figured into my relationship. Not something I am proud of, but to deny the truth is denying myself the chance to work on improving myself and maybe the relationship.
It seems to me this is what happens when a relationship is not equal.
ReplyDeleteSo important to have an equal relationship. Each will be different, but balance is vital.
ReplyDeleteRelationship are very seldom equal, Carrie. That's why many don't work. But I keep on trying. Thanks for the reminders.
ReplyDeleteyour last comment about denying the truth...what an inspiring example of rising from the ashes!
ReplyDeleteNot always equal but surely should have some balance... Nicely written piece!
ReplyDeleteI like the marching rhythm of the poem and your desire to march to a different drum.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your encouraging comments. And yes I do feel like I am rising from the ashes. This is a great step forward for me.
ReplyDeleteVery strong poem. Your resolve for change, your standing up for yourself shows in it clearly. And yet, you recognize your own complicity -- I like the phrase "my excuse."
ReplyDeleteahhh it is hard to measure love over time...
ReplyDeleteA relationship is often made of mutual unbalances.
ReplyDeleteNo two people are really equal at all time.