Poetic Whispers

Divorce

Divorce

It's an ugly word

Ugly to the people getting one

Ugly to the children who have to deal with it

How am I supposed to believe in love

When the people I'm modeled after can't?

How am I supposed to believe it exists

When every "I love you" has a sarcastic undertone

When I grow up will I yell at the one I say I love?

Will I scream how much I hate them

And tell my children how worthless their other parent is?

That's the impression of love I've grown up having

What's the point of fifteen years of marriage

When all you have to show for it is a divorce certificate?

What's the point of saying you married your first girlfriend

When you sneer at every word she says and roll your eyes?

So this is love?

Is this what I have to look forward to?

Being a mother who hates her life and children?

That's the impression I'm getting from you, mother

Divorce

It's such an ugly damned word

But I'd rather face that ugliness head on

Then have it lurking around every corner

And peering out from behind every fight