Black Garbage Bags

by dianarasmussen

Black Garbage Bags

He’d quit one more job, Didn’t like it, he said
She believed his lies for years on end
He called her worthless for the last time
She gathered her things, in black garbage bags

After years of abuse, she wanted more
Put the kids in the car, And didn’t look back
Trash or treasure?
Keep it – or throw it away?
In black garbage bags

She got a room at the shelter, for the next 30 days
He took all her things and threw them away
In black garbage bags

After years of abuse, she wanted more
Put the kids in the car, And didn’t look back
Trash or treasure?
Keep it – or throw it away?
In black garbage bags

The life she had treasured, in black garbage bags
He threw it away, in black garbage bags

Trash or treasure?
Keep it – or throw it away?
Trash or treasure?
Keep it – or throw it away?
In black garbage bags

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

 

8 Comments to “Black Garbage Bags”

  1. Why would the husband do so?

    Yoshiko

    >

  2. THROW THE TRASH OUT (HIM)!!!!!!

  3. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE IN PACKAGING IS THERE? USE WHAT YOU HAVE…AND HOPE!

  4. You are a strong woman to do that, the best of luck with the rest of your new life.

If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: