Crumpled

It lies crumpled in the mud,
the dirt, a mutiny taking over.
The words leak away,
finding a home elsewhere.

Sorrowful, apologetic pleas were
written in earnest.
Admittance of wrong doing and neglect.
Promises of new behavior and adoration.

Words and paragraphs and pages later,
the pleading continued.
It was soaked in the common, trite,
over-used verbiage that one thinks
sounds sincere.

But she saw through.
Finally, she saw through.

He wanted control.
He wanted to win.
He wanted to manipulate.

She saw through.

Her body convulsed in the first words
as she held pages of pleadings.
It was all the same.
Nothing was different, except her.

As the sun unclothed from the clouds,
as the fallen rain glistened,
as the birds emerged from hiding,
she crumpled up the remnants of their relationship
and discarded it in the mud.
Littering by some,
but liberation for her.

February 25, 2018