Dignity Boots

I coax my dignity boots up to my knees

stand tall and laugh, “So there!”

Proudly striding past mocking face,

hold my head high and proclaim,

“I’m not a fruit rotting on your vine,

I will not crawl on your littered floor!”

I zipper a grin from one side to other -

a little tight but I’ll get used to it!

My limbs will dance with abandon

as I stretch my time without you,

bequeath to you an empty bed

and place my dignity where it belongs,

riding into life on white stallion wings

away from you on permanent leave.