She cut the ties
The good
The bad
The menopause
Finally, the long pause
Followed by the loneliness
Days became weeks, became months
It was time
Life begins at forty
Did it, end at forty-six
Swanky bar
Lights, music, fear
She felt that drowning sensation
Maybe to early
She felt eyes upon her
Smiling, teasing, no words
Her guard was up
It’s impolite to stare
Sorry, I was undressing you
Never in her life
Reality hit home, indignant
And tell me, how far did you get
All the way down to your inhibitions
Twenty-three years worth, she thought
The ice was broken
Tom was the first
John wouldn't be the last.
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It’s emotional and deep
Few words conveyed a lot
Well penned
I think she found her way.
It’s impolite to stare
Sorry, I was undressing you
Such black humor in this painful piece... bravo
She found her way in the end.
Brilliant!
'She cut the ties
The good, The bad
The menopause;
Finally, the long pause
Followed
by the loneliness
Days became weeks, became months
It was time!
Life begins at forty
Did it, end at forty-six?'
(forgive my rudeness, in rearranging your lines, dear poet
I just wanted to highlight how smoothly your writing flows
and how much care and thought, you put into those purposed word choices.
thank you, this was an ambitiously brave poetic endeavour
'in my humble opinion';
a contemplation of the hidden nuances, in those
easily relatable worries and struggles,
wonderfully executed,
a truly immersive reading experience)
You are right, L.B, the comma does enhance it.
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