She Left (a poem)

In what space
How did she go from
Being
One man’s everything
To nothing.

She tempered her passions
To better suit his own
They lay fallow now
Nothing sown
Nothing grown.

Compromise
She’s told
Compromise
And yet
She cannot recall her share of the thing.

A brief moment
She remembered
Being
A woman who laughed
A woman who loved.

Undecided for far too long
She must officiate,
She must navigate the unknown
Having set her mind
She left.

A poem by,
Christina Schmidt, MA
www.ArmedWithCoffee.com
@gnrmuggle