I am living in my father’s house
with a man who said ‘I do”
then didn’t – at least not with me.
These walls, built with lies,
deception whispering in each corner-
betrayal bouncing off my lover’s soul.
No comfort is found here,
Expectations are beyond me
I am over my head. Stop!
Take a step back.
The house is vacant,
past inhabitants now ghosts.
I have a voice.
I have a voice.
Here is not the place to use it.
Take a step back.
Walk away.
Victory is not the goal.
Take a step back.
Let it go.
These are but hollow, old walls.
One Woman's Quest 