Deaths Jilted Bride. Marylee's Monologue. Poem by John Duffy

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I'm under no legal or spiritual authority

To make any sense to you

I just write poetry

To disassemble any strands of an old love that I once knew

My contemporary words will help me build

A new empire rising from the moist ashes of all those depressing tears I once cried

When you left me standing still at the railway station in Branton Peake

With a soft kiss on my right cheek and murmured a cheap goodbye

I may lose everything inside but like an autumn tree

Which loses its green leaves every year

I'll still stand tall and wait for better days to come when I stop shedding a tear

You see inner power isn't about how much you can handle before you break

When love walks out and leaves your heart swollen and frozen

It's about how you sustain and govern that pain but still manage to grow

After you've been so beautifully turned out

Opened up seductively only to then be insidiously broken

Copyright John Duffy