Treasure Island

Hazel Durham


The Picture On The Wall


She wakes to a pool of light reflecting their bedroom,
Which now seems lonely and out of sight,
She turns over to his side of the bed,
Where his imprint is still warm and his lingering manly smell,
She knows her mind is far from well,
Her husbands affair is carving up her tender heart,
Into smaller, bleeding parts.



What did she do so wrong?
They were the couple in every love song,
Snatching happiness with a certainty, that comes with trust,
But it has turned into a heap of dust,
Choking her emotions with a pain so real,
Crying at the ordeal of his constant lying.



Their kids are still asleep, innocent faces and tousled hair,
Always in her loving care.
Her needs are now unfulfilled like a barren field,
Left to scorch in the heat of the day,
Producing nothing but a few salty tears,
Relentless trauma of this secret drama.



Eating is a struggle, as he is her heartbeat,
Now he is her husband of deceit.
She looks at her water colour painting on their wall,
A picture of the Twelve Bens, in the wild landscape of Connemara,
It speaks to her of younger years, when she again had struggled,
She started painting feeling like nothing,
Changing her into a girl with a special something.



Her teacher had praised her talent.
The blueness of the mountain range, in the western light of the sky,
Taking her away from living this lie,
It beckoned her with hope of finding inner strength,
To free her inner turmoil and go to the west,
To find her talent and to be at her very best.



Wandering soul gathers freedom of old,
To new pastures and mountains that hint at inner peace,
The heartache will cease,
Into the west, with kids aboard,
Like she has found the courage to defend with a mighty sword,
Her picture on the wall has made her hold herself tall,
A magical, mystical journey, of her soul returning.

Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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  • Siyabonga a Nxumalo (7/29/2013 2:40:00 PM)

    great poem Hazel, excellently written. you take the reader with you and feel that pain the poem is about.
    Siya_! ! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (7/29/2013 1:47:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem and pains are well expressed... Some of the old memories can definitely make one strong...Positive message is also well read. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (7/29/2013 5:19:00 AM)

    Love can be so cruel at times when there are three people ina relationship, that is where the iner strength is needed to overcome the pain. Another good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (7/28/2013 8:23:00 AM)

    Inner strength is there in everyone and there is NEED to invent it if not one is not aware of it. A fine poem that sounds positive... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/27/2013 8:33:00 AM)

    tragedy in our life build strength but to express and give ink is possible by you only. but you are most powerful lady to accept all challenges of life. grt write the tragedy queen. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/27/2013 3:05:00 AM)

    Once there is something to remind us of our inner strength at a moment when we are really low, suddenly we sense our mind getting wings and flying to new pastures and vistas of beauty! To have a deceitful husband is the greatest pain, a devoted wife can ever experience! That pain is intensely felt in this poem! I invite you to read one of my poems of more or less a similar awakening, but from a different situation entitled- The Great Escape! (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (7/26/2013 5:50:00 PM)

    Excellent poem with detailed description of a bleeding heart that regains strength of inner self. Deceitful spouses are hard to live with. (Report) Reply

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