Death of a Wife
Haiku series
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1 min readJul 26, 2020
A big empty house.
Just a shell of a woman.
Once full and vibrant.
His disapproval
constantly wearing her down.
Killing her spirit.
Never good enough.
Never thin enough, nor smart.
She lets this sink in.
Just a house, a shell.
Empty, bare, like their marriage.
Devoid of love, joy.
A death of a wife.
A woman, freed, comes alive.
Takes back her power.
His looks of disgust
now a distant memory.
She loves herself now.
End and beginning.
A voice once lost has been found.
New world opens up.
Joy fills emptiness.
She is enough; beautiful.
She blooms again now.
