marriage-trapped

A very dear friend of mine has been struggling with some big life and marriage decisions lately. I haven’t known really what to say so I sat down this morning and wrote this poem for her. Make sure you read both pages. I’ve added my personal reading of it on page three.

Love you girl.

Dan

Tiny Fist in the Wind

From the time you were a tiny girl
You’ve watched the people by your side
The ones who used to laugh and hug
And now they only cry

So many vows were whispered once
Into eyes that really meant it
And now those vows aren’t even whispers
To the wind that came and took them

And as that tiny little girl
The wind pushed past your fist
And arm raised high, you cried aloud,
“There’s been enough of this”

Yes, you would be the first to show
That failure had no ground
In the marriage you would one day have
Your station would be sound

The truth screamed at you loud as thunder
That when push came to shove
You could fix anything with elbow grease
And a little bit more love

No, you couldn’t fail
You wouldn’t fail
This was what you told the wind
That always came so brutally
To the others in the end

And with your sacred vow in place
You one day met the man
He swept you off your stubborn feet
He fit your perfect plan

Things went faster than they should
Everything felt so right
He popped the question and before you knew it
You were confirmed to him for life

And as the day with haste approached
That your vows would cross with his
Another whisper filled the wind
And said, “this isn’t what it is”

But you couldn’t listen

You wouldn’t listen

Because from the time you were a tiny girl
You’ve watched the people by your side
The ones who used to laugh and hug
The ones you now watch cry

No, you couldn’t fail
You wouldn’t fail
This was what you told the wind
That always came so brutally
To the others in the end

And then you said, “I do”

Away you were whisked into the night
Your new husband at your side
And in your bathroom late that night
You sat alone and cried

You knew this man was someone else
He was not right for you
And as you sat behind that door
He didn’t have a clue

That the truth was pressing hard upon you
The truth that said it loud
Your hopes, your dreams, your entire life
All belong to the wrong man now

And the wind that whispered so quietly
“This isn’t what it is”
Screamed to you that lonely night
“With this you’ll have to live”

Not yet grown up and no longer a child
You remembered your tiny fist
That you held up in the wind one day
And promised to get past this

And once again you raised that fist
This time to the mirror
And wiped the tears that stained your cheeks
Until the whispers were no more

No, you couldn’t fail
You wouldn’t fail
This was what you told the wind
That always came so brutally
To so many others in the end

To get out now would show the world
That you somehow weren’t quite perfect
To walk away would be failure
And happiness wasn’t worth it

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 1.4 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!