You know the truth
hear the whispered words
see the pitying looks
yet you, the wife, stay silent
The news is nothing new
you knew that he was wandering loose
maybe you tried to reign him in
attempted to tame him perhaps
The marriage you tried to save
the children you hoped to shield
the house you wanted to be a home
The miracle you prayed for, to bring home the wayward husband
you are left bearing his guilt
pride in tatters and hopes shattered
left to cope with the slur, the stain. the stigma
and you still stay silent?
because you know the onus is still on you
of salvaging the situation, shielding the weak,
holding the falling roof of the crumbling walls
Is this why you stay silent?
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