Not So Fine Poem by Tess Rockenstire

My previous life wasn’t so fine
In a ditch – like a wife –
Seagulls above –flying high
“what a poor woman she is.”
She found herself wedged into abysmal bliss.
Courageous I, with new strength she survived.
Now I, in a position of high honor.
So don’t you dare?
My previous life wasn’t so fine.
Now I can drink wine.
As I, lay on my sofa so fine.
Thinking, ‘this is my sanctuary.’
Grander day had come my way.
Smiling so, this is a holiday.
Good food and wine around me,
So far away are melancholic nights.
Spread your arms oh! Soul tonight.
My weeping eyes are dry at last.