SHE CREAKS..
She creaks on
Day after day
Like her old wooden floor
Rough scarred
Dulled with age
She has stayed
In one place too long
Nailed neatly
Into her chosen destiny
Splinters escape
Now and then
When her jealously
Pricks the skin
Of those she will never be
They don’t feel a thing
Her misery is her own
Hardened and brittle
To the touch
Never to bend again
No smile crosses
The face that maps
Her tragedies
Grooves imbedded
Too deep in her heart to heal
Or sand away
She creaks on
Day after day
Holding only
The imprint of lost time
In one place
The floor, I fear,
Has lived better
Than she
