The following original poem was inspired by Trifles, a play by Susan Glaspell that I read in class last year. At the time, I was going through a break-up, and it inspired me to write about my own situation. Make sure to give Trifles a read if you haven’t yet!
I was on the inside.
I have flipped.
It was a changing tide.
No strings—untied.
Lying next to you is like lying beside a rock.
I was on the inside.
Never again I will let it slide.
Something had to die in order for me to fly.
It was a changing tide.
I died,
Like the bird in Trifles.
I was on the inside.
You wanted us to be allied,
but I saw the real you.
It was a changing tide.
Without your Prince Charming demeanor there is nothing.
I don’t care no more if we divide.
You proved yourself to be just like every other human being.
It was a changing tide.
I hope you’re now inspired to read the play Trifles. (Spoiler: This poem has nothing to do with the play’s violence, but you can draw inferences through the theme of gender or emotions.)