Why be a wife?

You have rings enough.

Sail and steer your life.

Those waters are rough,

Women wading in strife,

Tide pools of stagnant soul stuff,

Swimming in seas of brine,

Where salt wounds sting, sand grinds.

Self-worth, an unreachable shore.

Instead.

Be a clean, clear river.

Be clever.

Be enough.

Be more.