Lady, What Are You Doing With Your Life?

you gave up your career
in that busy city where you are what they call
a necessity
giving you importance, that feeling of being
needed
you have meaning, they gave you meaning
now, you have lost this
meaning,
you believed him when he said
i love you
and now the demands are many
you gave him your love, your life, you gave him
posterity, his kids, you gave him a home
a garden, a room where you make love
you sweat it out, this love you have for him
you learned to cook and sew and
entertain him and his kids
on the nights after you make love with him
you look at the ceiling your eyes wide open
refusing sleep you walk up and open the
door, you walk farther to open this window
looking for some stars
to light you to guide you
you are lost
in their dark space on a crowded universe

there is no more place for you
you have no face
and now, you realize this great loss
this misfortune

you are taking lunch with us
you talk the whole day
my wife shall help you find your way again

to yourself, take back the name that they
have stolen

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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