What We Leave Behind (and what we take)
You told me I was worthy of more, but always convinced me to stay
But today
Today I leave our bedroom the way it was left this morning
Cushions and pillows adorning the bed
we chose for this life together
A shared bathroom that won't be shared anymore
Two shelves, one mostly empty
A walk in wardrobe, filled once with fabric that clothed us
Only now it is bare with white shirts and grey ties
I am leaving
You once told me stand up for what I believed in
Yet when I did, you told me sit down, to be quiet, that my voice does not have to fill this room or your ears, that I did not need to be heard
Today I stood up
From this four-poster bed like a cage around me
From this bathroom that had tiles I'd always hated
And from that wardrobe
Once filled with the clothes that made me yours, I cut away those ties from me to you
I am more than just a body
I now
Have a suitcase
Too
Cait Abbott
Sat 20th May 2017 22:34
Thank you Jade!! Your comment means a lot to me. Colin, thank you for your words, I intended the poem to be more passive but empowering as though they had already gotten over everything and had accepted they'd need to leave rather than hatred.
Thanks, xx