In another life

Once upon a time I dreamed of being
A wife, nothing more, just a woman
Who was married to a man, a hero
Who would honour, protect and love me.
Ha ha. Not anymore. I am not deluded
By such visions now, I am free.
I am a woman.

Once I wanted a huge white wedding,
Three children with curly black hair
And a husband who was always there.
The world would be warm
And not full of war.

In another life perhaps,
But definitely not now.

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