At least, I survived the day; there was nothing to it <br />all hostility; nowhere a kind word, nothing happened <br />this day was empty – and empty it’ll stay – for all <br />eternity – please, just PLEASE explain to me – what <br />did I do wrong; why did I feel bad <br /> <br />Even BEFORE this day began? Does it mean – I’m <br />sure it does – that I was the cause of the miserable <br />course of this day? I must have been – I was scared, <br />unwilling to try again- to decipher a Mali document <br />reprint the reply forms <br /> <br />The Universe brought me as much sadness as I have <br />called through my sad, negative feelings – but still – <br />why did I argue about Your Imperial Thoughts and <br />Your Almighty Insight? I apologise most dejectedly <br />I’m sorry I was being me…. <br /> <br />I’d forgotten to play the role of the Insightful Wife <br />saying ‘Yes dear, no dear, how much and how high; <br />where and when and why’ – though I was late for <br />work, you still expect me to clamour for a bonus <br />I clearly have no right to expect <br /> <br />You expect me to call you Lord and Master of the <br />Crocodile Castle - follow your rules to the letter, <br />but beware when I tell you the requirements of <br />my work situation – your desires come first – yet <br />I must still clamour for a bonus – <br /> <br />For what - being a dutiful wife? Bloody hell, they <br />should fire me for being a total disaster as a <br />person – I’m a black mark on the name of <br />humankind!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-sorry-i-was-being-me/
