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Monday, 11 July 2011

From a book of poems I am writing about abusive relationships and bullying.

Always in the way

She was always in the way.
Always in the way.
Even while she slept, somehow,
She was always in the way.

Always in the way,
at the beginning of the day
when she brought a cup of tea,
but she never used a tray.

Always in the way,
His music began to play.
Above it, he could never hear
What she was trying to say.

She was always in the way,
from when he first came to stay,
even though she tried to please him 
She was always in the way
                                          
She was always in the way
He would often have to say
“Get out of my way!
Why are you always in the way?”

She was always in the way
even on their wedding day,
Even though she promised
to love, honour and obey.

She was always in the way
even when she passed away,
he missed an important football match
the day she passed away.

She was always in the way,
as he grew old and grey.
As he tried to sleep, her memory
was always in the way.

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