She stopped to tie her shoe while cleaning up the broken home.
Bent up with rage and exhaustion.
The young mother still in her nightgown.
Her three children all fast asleep
thoughts gathered like a “New England storm”.
There was no turning back .
Silent with tears streaming the end was near ,
all she had to do was jump.
Throw yourself into your purpose,
leap into your destiny!
Let go of all the dead passion.
swim underwater ,
lift up your saggy breast.
Put on your best fashion.
Move out of the dark
pack up all the hatred,
its time for peace!!!
Poet Krissy Mosley