She stood beside the creek and looking down,
Shivered and drew her wrap tighter around her chilled self.
She’d walked out earlier that morning
Now she wondered the irony of her present situation.
Their argument had been about her being a frigid bitch.
It hurt her to the core
For she knew she was not cold like he accused.
She had asked him to talk about how she felt
That she was struggling inside the life they shared
She felt trapped, unable to move,
He wasn’t one to talk about feelings
To him, the world revolved around
House, family, job, security,
It had nothing to do with how she felt.
Right now, everything seemed pointless,
Her life like the creek was frozen,
Going nowhere, with no one to turn to.
Unlike the creek, her life was not going to thaw
But rather would stay the same as, day in day out.
Her husband wanted her to accept their life
He was content, he had what he wanted,
He didn’t understand she was stifled, caught,
She contemplated a change, it wouldn’t be easy
But something had to happen.