I won't give in to the sadness,
Into the madness of my life.
I am filled with the sorrow,
Of no more tomorrows,
Living as man and wife.
The life I am living,
Is much more forgiving.
It doesn't weigh me down.
I feel as light as a feather,
Yet still on a tether.
Held by those, who would
Keep me aground.
Is xm
The life I am living, Is much more forgiving. It doesn't weigh me down. [i came back] in the above lines, it sounds to me as though marriage for you was a mixed blessing**. ** mixed blessing: mixed bless·ing ˈˌmiks(t) ˈˌblesiNG/ noun noun: mixed blessing; plural noun: mixed blessings a situation or thing that has disadvantages as well as advantages. having children so early in their marriage was a mixed blessing - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - though you are sad that your husband died, it (his death) has its positive side. am i close or way off? ? no need to answer unless you want to. bri :)
I wish you get your love that will take away your sadness and hold you on the ground. Nice poem.
so WHO wants to keep you aground? i'm not sure if you consider it a favor or a meanness they are doing to/for you. you don't really want to float away, do you? ! perhaps another great guy will appear someday. sorry, i'm not available. : ( : ( thanks for a bit of rhyming. something to think about. welcome back with this, your first submitted poem in months. i shall place it into my/our showcase for March 2017. Thanks. bri :)
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Honest, strong and worthwhile words and thoughts. You made the reader feel the words. A amazing poem.