What do you think this poem is about? Settling, bad choices or something else?
She tip-toed into that four-cornered room
Wanting nothing more than to crawl into that dark corner.
Face to the wall, not wanting to face it all –
Day after day,
They vowed, “come what may”
But May came every year –
The spring, summer and fall –
Winter – the beginning of it all –
But that was four years ago,
And time flies by, when your sky has fallen,
And the house you always wanted to call a home –
Is now the place you want to escape the most.
But alas, she’s backed into a corner.
Her back to the wall -
If she turns around – will it all -
Like those winter months.
Take her back to May,
When palms touched and fingers entwined –
If she breaks this oath,
Will she be just fine.
But how can one be fine, after a four-year long fight,
To keep a promise?
Her fists are tied, she’s in a corner,
This very thing that brings her honor.
But what’s the honor -
If all you want to do is turn and face
The dark corner.