The easier way
short fiction poem
There is nothing worse than a disappointed woman,
a woman who sacrificed
her conscience and then she is disappointed.
There is nothing worse than
a frustrated need of love
and no, it is not
because we are different
so we love in a different way,
but because the other one is deeply self-involved.
He chose the most comfortable way.
He chose to tell you,
while his hands are digging through
your intimacy:
“You are too dry”.
He exchanged your silence with
an assent. The easier way.
You have no idea of what
a disappointed woman can
do.
She starts to turn down all types of sharing:
the carpet is crowded with scattered and pointed pieces
but they are not missing the target.
From her mouth, words are coming out like a verdict:
“You disappointed me”.
You can not go back, any more.
This is a woman who renounced herself
on the altar of motherhood
(and she would do it gain).
This is a woman who has never held back:
she listens to, she protects,
she is afraid of saying what
she needs because,
every time you do it,
you are exposed one more time again.
The need of the one you love, you have to guess and predict.
The one who is loved, he has not to ask for what he needs.
A disappointed woman
Hoped her need was imagined:
this ancestral necessity
of protection and strength:
a lymph oozing life
just to have a fresh start,
or,
sometimes,
not to come to a complete stop.
