The Maze

My life is a series of wrong turns
Always looking for love
Following behind it
Chasing it through this maze we call life
But like every maze tends to prove
We take the wrong path and are met with dead end upon dead end
And we have no other choice than to start over again
Brushing ourselves off and redirecting our gaze to another path
Perhaps if I run my hand along the right side of this life’s maze
I’ll end up finding my way out
Or maybe love will beat me to the exit
And I’ll be lost in the confusion of endless pathways
Collapsed in a heap sobbing for the love I lost
My eyes forever searching for just a glimpse of what escaped

The beginning of the end

I was painting and preparing our new house for the arrival of my three children. My husband seemed very disinterested in the entire process. He never helped paint an inch of the house. He never helped pack a single belonging into a box. He never really did anything, except stay out too late at night and sleep in too late in the morning. I gave birth to my tiniest little that winter. I was in labor for two days. My husband left a few times to play with the dog during my labor. He played with his iphone in between his naps. One thing he did not do was hold my hand. Nor did he utter any words of encouragement or whispers of love or adoration. He was completely detached from the joyous event about to unfold. He was completely detached emotionally from me and his life. I suppose I should have saw it all coming, but I did not. I suppose I should not have been surprised when he left me with three small kids, with no hint of remorse. Yet I was. I was completely taken by surprise. Looking back now, I suppose I should have realized that the birth of my tiniest little was the beginning of the end.