In the process of cleaning out our closet, I found a poem written by Studdly Hubby back in 2004.
How could anyone ever know
What's happening? She became
The one who will not go,
Ever changing, yet always the same.
It's never hers, always his way.
He loves it, she hides it. Her hair
Hiding her anger in the charade left to play.
He's always cheating, never fair.
Although no scars, it's permanently etched,
This image of hatred she cannot forget.
This truth though, no one has sketched
Too blind to car, More room for regret.
Oh, how wonderful it would be to be free
As she has often cried out to me.
Rachel
So glad God gave you a loving and understanding husband! This made me cry.
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