I was not built
To live in one house
In one city
Watching videos of the outdoors
Looking back at photos of travel
Itching any time I'm behind the wheel
But always coming home
Crying in the driveway
Biting my lip at the feeder light
Hand over the turn signal
Withering away and atrophying
Like a breath dissipating in cold air
Dying like a quiet whisper
Quiet, silence, grace - a betrayal of everything I am
Hushed
Like a cancer
Like a well behaved pet
Like a domesticated woman, in her role
Like a corpse in the grass.
What have I done.
Why have I built this life around me
Like bars on a kennel
Excuses to fade out of the world
While being a good mom
A good wife
A good homemaker
A good leech on finances
A good and distant friend
You can keep without having to maintain.
Look how easy I am to keep!
Look how quiet and obedient!
Unhappy but unwilling to rebel!
Que dulce! Que bien!
Que apropiado.
