Ashamed of the Truth

She stares out the window, to a desolate sun rise,
And the tears cloud her sky blues, as she sighs:
"Twenty long years ago, we said our vows aloud,
And I kept my composure, in front of that silent crowd -

So why, now; here alone on our old double bed,
Do these words seem to be stuck inside my head?"
And she stares to a girl that she hates to know,
Inside that mirror, her hair tied up in a little white bow -

And she etches the life lines beside her blue eyes,
Bittersweet stories coated with a twist of petty lies,
But as she falls to her knees, she holds her heart and says:
"I may be ashamed of the truth, but I'm not giving up yet."

-Jenna Elphick
May 2, 2007