Jumping the Gun

She lived in a house upon a hill.

She was perfect as a woman can be,

And yet left tears upon her silvery windowsill.

A dirty nightgown from climbing a tree,

A dirty cut,

A scraped knee.

Fed every mutt,

Donated to every bum.

Applied makeup to go nowhere,

And kept it as a rule of thumb, 

That someday that house she'd share.

She would open up her heart like she never had,

She'd be happy as she had hoped,

She'd find herself some young lad,

And cry tears of joy as they eloped.

And on some vapid bit of will,

They'd have a baby.

Then every day the birds would trill,

And she'd never think another maybe.

She would know and she would love,

She would no longer have to daydream,

She'd no longer search from the above.

She'd share her life and be a team.

She wouldn't feel so solitary,

She'd be someones something,

They wouldn't even have to marry, 

She didn't care about the ring.

But as it snowed into her yard,

She came slowly back to life.

She felt completely barred,

And despite being amazing, she took on too much strife.

She never believed in another way,

She wouldn't change how she was feeling,

Painfully alone and everyday

She would wake up reeling.

Ah, so she snatched up a knife.

She cut some rope, and tied it to a tree.

She had decided to end her own life,

Based on what could be.

Reviews

[Adam Lain]

The title, coupled with the poem itself; tis grand.

[Kyla H]

A 'what if?' way of looking about things, well done. This poem alows us to see and observe a womans pain for that 'if' factor in life.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A fantastic prose of delicate wording and strategical wit, well done, great read

[shoaib]

soooo good ! loved this :)

[Karli]

Oh my goodness. This was really intense. Woowwww. Good job!