And though she tried to hide it,
it was much harder than she had dreamed,
for her smiling face and happy life
was not all that it seemed,
there was no hiding the hurt in her soul
or the way her eyes silently screamed.
Funny how no one wins
and everyone loses,
and she knows that
real love doesn't leave bruises,
to live a normal life, be a normal wife,
and in pain she muses,
Remembering years gone by,
the good times, they are missed,
the loving man of a younger time,
a memory of the first time she was kissed,
but when did it change into
happily ever after stamped on his fist?
And what to say to the children
awake in the anxious night,
speaking soothing words through a transparent mask,
while trying to forget the fight,
and saying"Go back to sleep, honey,
it's all right."
And suddenly it all comes
to a screeching, crashing halt,
and she cries out loud,"If I open my wounds,
would you pour in the salt?
And if I say I'm sorry,
does that make it my fault?"
She deserves so much more
and it is never too late,
no more fear and rage, no freedom in a cage,
this is not her fate,
for she dreams of finding someone true
and two hearts into one shall mesh,
to heal her hurt within
by a love not paid for in flesh.
