Resentment

A Poem by Elodie Thompson

A poem about a woman grieving about her decisions and how she should have chosen wisely.

She perches her hands,

Ready to bow.

Muttering a prayer,

Ready to mourn.

She closes her eyes.

Preparing to feel,

The vicious glances

That could no longer be reeled in.

She hears a sound,

The sound of her heart beating.

The tremors of fear

Forever misleading.

She opens her eyes and looks around.

A crowd of people

Their words announce.

Announce the story of her crime,

They announce the story of her sin.

They let everyone know why she was called to stand upon the pedestal,

Why she was told to exhale her final breathe.

She closes her eyes once again.

She thinks about the night because there was nothing much to gain.

She had obeyed him,

Done all he had told her too.

She had even left her parents

And begged before his shoes.

He had accepted her,

Invited her inside.

Only to stain her thoughts

Telling her that it was only his rules

That she had to abide.

She had agreed to do as he had said,

She had agreed to idolize him,

She had agreed to worship him,

And never criticize.

She had agreed to fold his laundry,

Agreed to clean his house,

Agreed to treat him like a king

But never call him a spouse.

She had agreed to be with him,

All throughout the night.

She had even agreed to be with him

After all their horrendous fights.

He never looked back,

He had never loved her.

He would never look at her face.

He would always make her tremble.

But she had stood by all the pain,

She never uttered a single word of complain.

Hoping that he would change.

Hoping that he would learn to embrace,

The fact that she had been there with him,

Choosing to ignore his iniquitous ways.

But he didn't change.

He wouldn't change

And that night was the last of her strains.

"You do as I say!"

He had screamed

"You do as I tell.

You only stop doing when I say it went well."

She had refused,

She had denied.

She had stormed out of the room,

She not once smiled.

He had caught her very soon.

Told her bend down

And obey all his rules.

But she never agreed,

Not after that.

She never agreed to live with him.

Never agreed to listen to his words.

She only wanted to be released.

She opens her eyes once again,

Looks at the sky

For her sins she must repent.

Not because she left him

Or because it was he who had forced her to be hung.

It was because she had been stupid enough to listen to him.

Listen to him even though he had never loved,

Agreed to all his ways from the start.

She would now be known as the girl,

Who no one would ever trust.

Her time was here

To bid farewell to the world.

The world she would leave behind

Because of her decisions.

Decisions that was never wise.

Decisions that had caused her to be despised.

As the noose gripped her neck

And tightened with every movement.

Her vision became a blur

A blur of resentment.

Author's Note

There might be a few grammatical errors in the poem so please don't hesitate to point it out.

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PANDORA

This is the second or third piece of writing I have read today that had the same theme. Weird. I guess the problem of submission and abuse of women is a topic that is not to be ignored. I really liked this but have a few suggestions.

The vicious glances
That could no longer be reeled in.-----for some reason the word "reeled" just stopped the flow. Maybe, "that could no longer be ignored"

That she had to live abide.---I would take out the word "live" and just say, "That she had to abide."

And that night was the last of her strains.----the word strains halted the flow for me. I know you're trying to say that was the straw that broken the camels back...I suggest a thesaurus to find an adjective that would take the place of strains, or simply just write, "and that night was the last straw"

She thinks about the (THAT INSTEAD OF THE)night because there was nothing much to gain.

I hope this helps. I really enjoyed the read. Thank you.