She lives in a house stripped of laughter <br />Its once gaudy yard shed its luster <br />Sadness moved in some long time ago <br />A lonely twist the world cannot know <br />Happiness left no trace of itself <br />Except in the photographs in the shelf <br />From time to time, nostalgia plucks them out <br />When the truth of joy she starts to doubt <br /> <br />She dances on the old boulevards <br />Where laughter was not extravagance <br />Remembering the dead mirth brings pleasure <br />In the midst of regrets beyond measure <br />She imagines dwelling in a house <br />Sans the quiet tears of a battered spouse <br />She mourns deceased goals, immense losses <br />Yet she stays and hangs from harsh crosses <br /> <br />The church, neighbors, even family <br />Say exodus is but debauchery <br />Ever since the beginning of time <br />Eve and her daughters had to bear grime <br />She fears society’s stern rebuke <br />She hears it from the songs of a brook <br />The howling wind commands her to stay <br />The open gate stands to block her way. <br /> <br />The mistress seems to have lost her mind <br />Her sanity- who will help her find? <br />At night, facing the full moon she dreams <br />Of happiness flowing in wide streams <br />Too the indulgent house where she lives <br />Finds distressing all her distrait spells <br />For dreams she stops from coming to life <br />Will not bail her out from ill and strife <br /> <br />But who are we to judge her cravenness <br />When we too pushed her in her abyss? <br />Our silence and blindness to her misery <br />Convicts us for her mammoth tragedy.<br /><br />Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woman-in-a-lonely-house/
