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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It wasn’t the life she wanted. This life drained the light from her eyes, Turning them to deep gray circles, Her voice lost its tone, She lost herself. Mothering was not a part of the plan. She was supposed to get out. Out of the town, Out of the house, Out of the state, Go to school, Go to college, Go to work. Grab the job of her dreams by the reigns, Ride it into the fantastically detailed future That she’d been planning since the 6th grade. A home, A steadfast group of friends, Maybe a dog. But not a kid. Not a husband. This was not the plan. Over the years, she learned to pretend, If not for the kids, for herself, For the husband, That she was happy. Trapped in this provincial life, She was happy. Wake up at 7 a.m., Make the bed, Walk downstairs, Make coffee, Make breakfast, Remake the bed that you forgot to make. Wake the kids, Get them ready for school, Get the keys, Get in the car, Get on the road. Go home. Sleep because you can never sleep at night, Trapped in the spiraling paradox That prances in your mind, Telling you that this is not your life. It shouldn’t be. It can’t be. At 3:00 p.m., Get back in the car, Get the kids from school, Get the kids back home, Get back on the road, Resist the urge to keep driving Past the house, into the night, Never to be seen again. Resist the urge. Because you have to. At 10:00 p.m., Make sure the kids are in bed, Make sure the lights are dimmed, Make sure the stove and oven are turned off, Go to your room, Your husband won’t be home yet, Not for another 2 hours. You’ve got time to kill. Read a book, Look for flights, Watch a show, Cry into your pillow, Because no one has given you their shoulder For a very, very long time. Husband comes home at 12:00 a.m., He takes a shower, Crawls into bed next to you, You exchange pleasantries, He turns off the bedside lamp, Within minutes, he’s asleep. What to do tonight? Another successful day, Set off without a hitch. Walk back downstairs, Fold the hampers of laundry, It’s 3:00 a.m. now, The kids will be up in 4 hours. You’ve got time to kill. Maybe this time, You and time can trade places. Maybe this time, You can keep driving. Maybe this time, You can be free. Maybe, but not today.
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