Terza Rima .Life

Here is the entire Terza Rima, all 31 stanzas/ tercet. Please don’t forget to read Kat Myrman and Jane Dougherty‘s complete monthly offerings too.

Life… A Terza Rima,

I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

I walk daily amid madness and strife.

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When a child too young to see

I blindly followed every rule

I was fitted with the ties that stop me being being free.

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I learned to read and write at school.

Yet they did not want me to think

I was bullied, pushed around, I was named a fool.

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I was weak, my armour full of chinks

But I strived to hide my fears

Paint on a smile hide the missing links.

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Ambition and aspirations came along the years

Despite opposition I grew wings

Layers form then gave my life tiers

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Dreams I had enough to throw to the winds
Hold on to them as I may they slipped away

Like so much detritus blown around the bins.

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Finding my identity made me strong and whole

I found my voice, written words my choice

As I strode toward my goal.

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I was teased but it didnt hurt, as I said that was my choice

No one was unkind no tears burned me

Quietly my flag of independence I unfurled and hoist.

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Married, they all said, your but a baby

I was determined though, afraid to be left alone

So the plans were laid, a start a bridal spree.

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Seventeen, and full of hopes ready to leave home

Sister’s, sewing, in-laws arranging cars, cakes, and bridesmaids

Such a lot to do, in a few weeks I shall have flown

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For a while all is bright and darkness fades

What the future holds I do not know

I am important for now I have the spotlight before it degrades

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The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows

We take our vows and mean forever

Our love so huge it burns and glows.

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And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether

Into our new life we blindly drive

Ignoring the pitfalls of life , newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.

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Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

We had to learn to grow and thrive.

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It was not easy being a wife

So many compromises to play

Still the love, in those days out weighed the strife.

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We had a girl who could not stay

Then a boy who nearly didn’t too

But he did and after a dicey start is with us to this day.

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We had to move down west to pastures new

Fresh start with baby on the way

Staying with in – law’s a tricky thing to do.

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Our home, with new babe out of hospital finally okay

Builders, sea gulls in the wilderness

Alone and unsure so much I was under stress and not okay.

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Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed

Hubby worked away I was so alone

Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.

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Back to London and my Mum’s home

Finding comfort in family and the old familiar

For most of that pregnancy I was not alone.

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At length we managed to secure a home, three quarters of an hour from Mum’s by car.

The previous owners had not left and it was pouring with rain

Screaming baby, soaked possessions but we had our own place again Ah!

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The years came and went and we all grew, good times, bad times in the frame.

I watched the boys grow and then ten years on another boy arrived.

Many things happen as a family grows and memories remain.

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I had some black times it was never easy but we all survived

As our family out grew our home so we bought a bigger house

Sometimes I just hid inside my head until my soul revived.

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I was often scared, letting myself be bullied, I acted like a mouse.

I lost my grip on ambition like sand it slipped through my fingers.

I felt so insecure, try as I might my fears I could not douse.

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Hubby suffered with stress , the kind that lingers

The boys grew and flourished they were so my life

Then we moved house again to our forever home .

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It’s never easy being a mother or a wife

It pushes you and stresses you to your limit

Being a mother is not easy either but it brings joy and meaning to your life.

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Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.

The boys grew into men I found myself again

We all need to grow and not be tied down.

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The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain

Family ties get stretch and torn

Yet two staying close I really can’t complain.

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Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born

Second time I started to write

Words free me from prison I should of done it all along.

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Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Jul 31, 2018 @ 07:56:49

    This is just amazing sis and reads beautifully xxx

    Reply

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