Almost Wife
You played by all the rules
As a "Good Christian" woman is thought to have
Was never perfect but always remembered to give back
You cooked. You cleaned.
You made teach home comfy and new
And still he sought no reason to marry you
When he was distraught
Mind torn from stress and anxiety
You carried his cross without complaint
Nor worry
Stepped into the darkness
So he could taste the light
Was his sword and shield
When he didn't want to fight
Spoke gently when he was scared
Hurt, Aggressive in nature; untrue
Loved him with all your heart
Although he tried to destroy you
Good times last as long as you submit
But when things don't go his way
He's done. He wants to quit
And how could LIFE give you a taste of Happy
Then tear it down, without remorse
Nor conviction?
The memory of being "high" in love
With so much passion, singing Love songs in the kitchen
And you can't sing about love
It's a wound that re-opens with each smile
Don't cry
Yet, the memory is piercing
So cutthroat
Even hope for that future
Makes you want to die
You wore a crown of happy
That glittered and sparkled all the hyped
Happy to be wanted, loved and cared for
You were his almost wife
But, "almost" isn't real and death is no
Soothing Companion thereof
And from your grave you now wear a Crown
Of the Savage, Black Heart Love.
More powerful than before-
And with my pain I will set the world
On a new track and my enemies shall bow
At my mercy. Selah.
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