Because there's nothing else to say

This sure isn’t how she planned it.

This isn’t what she expected.

This isn’t what she dreamt of as a little girl.

This isn’t what he promised her.

This is not what they discussed.

Could this really be her life or is it the cruelest practical joke ever?

She didn’t expect love to be perfect but this? This she would not wish on her worst enemies.

Had she known there was even the remotest possibility that this could one day be her life, no, she would not have risked it.

She looks in the mirror; she can barely recognize herself, a shadow of what she used to be.

The eyes of a stranger stare back at her, asking “what happened?”

She whispers to God, if I have brought this on myself, have mercy and remove this cup.

With bitter tears rolling down her once bouncy, rosy cheeks, she whispers to her creator, “please make it better, deliver me Lord!!!” she cries. This is the only prayer she now has. This is the only prayer she has had for a while now.

Her hair stopped growing years ago, the doctor doesn’t know why. She knows why.

Her lovely fair skin is worn out and prematurely riddled with wrinkles even though she’s only 50. People question why she’s not aging well; they say she misses her children. She knows why.

Her weight is up and down, people think she’s stressed out. She knows why.

She’s screaming and yelling, angry all the time. She’ll go mad otherwise. People think she’s a troublesome woman. She knows why she yells.

She has stopped using the cane but still has a slight limp in her right leg, people think she fell. She knows what really happened.

It’s a rainy day today; she’s never been the type to wear sun glasses. She looks in the mirror, she has to…she knows why.

What she doesn’t know is how she got here.

What happened?

Where is the wide-eyed sweet-talker who promised her forever?

Where is the man who swore to he’d never hurt her?

Who is this stranger who looks at her like something the dog threw up?

What is going to become of her now?

How does she dance this waltz alone? Actually she might be better off waltzing alone. This is worse than not knowing the dance…She’s called everyone to watch her dance, she’s center stage but magically every stitch of clothing has disappeared. She’s stark naked in front of all these people.

Mother, sister, friend, my heart breaks in ten thousand pieces for you. God will be the judge.