The First Day Or Last - Rewrite

She looks in the mirror with great hesitation. Unsure of the future, will she find peace or incarceration? A beautiful smile with deep defined dimples, Life for her has never been simple. She takes a deep breath and a moment to pray. She has to be strong, there’s no other way. Her suitcase is packed under the bed. On top lies her husband, a hole through his head. She remembers the beating. It was the last. With a gun in her hand, she remembers the blast. She takes one last look before leaving the past. Her first day of freedom…. ….Or is it her last? I submitted the original to a poetry site to receive some feedback. Well, the moderators of the site tore it to shreds! They had nothing positive to say about it. So, upon their advice, I did a rewrite. They preferred this rewrite. (Personally, I like the original and I think this rewrite sucks). I would love to know what you guys out there think. Thanks