truest love

once i was somebody's wife
but things didn't turn out right
i never thought i was real domesticated
but when it was all over
i was most certainly educated on the
evil ways a man can be
i still believe in love
though the scars he left went deep

my life is changed but
my truest love is still writing poetry
so when someone says
something i wrote has made them smile
it touches my heart very deeply
perhaps i have helped
them even in a small way to go on

writing is part of
my soul's work and i will write until
the day that i take my last breath
i write not for my
ego's sake but for a much higher purpose
because my greatest wish
is that i might leave the world
a better place by sharing
a part of my soul's stirrings