Caged

Caged

I see industrious

lonely married ladies

Hiding behind a

Veil of adventure

Pretending to be happy

Kowtowing

To a mans quirky whims

Nurturing their maternal

Instincts by

Overcompensating

For lost intimacy

With children, parents

And friends

I see benevolent

Women physically

Exhausted

Still buzzing

Perfecting

Birthdays,

Christmas, and Easter

Weighted by a myriad

Of pretty treasures

clutching habitual

Contentment

Of fiscal freedom

Resigned

To the confines

Of their own

construction