a proper lady at tea

   
I sit quietly and sip my rose petal tea  
my thoughts drift to simpler times  
while gazing out at the garden  
once so properly tended  
is now choked with weeds  
 
so it is with my marriage  
at the heart of things  
there is a real love everlasting  
but life is tearing us apart  
 
if I was a better wife  
tending to my garden properly  
love's flowers would grow eternally  
except the weeds of addiction  
and family friction  
take the life from our happy days  
 
times in the sun  
where I see clearly the man I love  
and he sees the devoted wife  
who fulfills his needs  
 
as I stare into my cup of tea  
the rose petals form a question mark  
I wonder if that is my future  
an uncertain one  
possibly away from my husband  
I would break if this should come to pass  
 
my fine boned china shatters  
in my clenching hands  
cutting my wrist  
I watch the crimson  
swirl with the tea  
 
the question mark still lingers there  
in blood I read the leaves  
begging for an answer  
it calmly replies the future is in your hands  
 
as I serenely bleed  
and like a proper lady quietly sip my tea