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Song of My Leaving

I've lived my life in boxes,
ordered and made to size.
I've known what some might pass for love,
so often reduced to lies.

I'm no saint in where the truth is told.
I've played parts that paid me well.
I've broken hearts and endured the same
and lived in depression's cell.

Freedom beckoned, so I had to leave
what had been the love of my life.
I could not breath and my spirit wept,
until I was no longer his wife.


 
Nizana
Written by Nizana
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Author's Note
An awkward expression of the ending of my marriage.
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