Wiping Off The Dirt

He sought his freedom today,

in serious courtrooms

where people have to speak for you,

because you no longer can.

The walls of anger and disappointment

make strangers of people,

who once were lovers,

and accidentally made a child.

People who really

had no business

being together in the first place.

He never loved her.

It was easy sex and a little comfort,

a bigger paycheck from the air force,

that was all.

His heart belonged to another

before this broken blond

came into the picture.

His heart and soul

always longed for another.

A auburn haired Texan

with a fiery spirit.

He seeks his freedom today

from a woman he calls whore,

and succubus behind her back.

He thinks she is a soul stealer,

he may be right,

he knows she killed his career.

She can have it all, because

there isn't anything worth keeping

that she has her poison on.

But his load will lighten today,

as the judge signs the papers

giving him back his freedom,

his honor and a little bit of his dignity too.

He can wipe the dirt off his shoes,

and leave the blond bitch behind.

Move into his own,

move into a future of his own making,

a better life of possibility.

Cherie (Sabine) 1/27/09