A Stranger At Home Poem by Anita Atina

Feel like a stranger at home

Alone though married

Guards up, sabers drawn

Ready to duel

Till first blood drawn


Long vanished is the hope

That marriage

Will be a sanctuary

That nourished the soul

Instead despair made a permanent home


Past expectations blind

To the beauty of what could be

Chasing the chimera

‘Who we married years ago’

Is fatal as death can be


Pulling in different directions

Evolving parallel lives

Alone in their misery, united in strife

It takes two to get married

And just one to see, how lonely it can be!