By – Gayatri Agarwal
Woke up with the love of my life;
It looked like a dream to be his wife;
One year into the marriage;
And we were blessed with a baby boy in our carriage.
Two years down the lane;
The love started to fade away;
Was he the same man, I couldn’t even say.
Over the years;
Domestic violence & abuse were raining over;
It was like a complete turnover.
The child who was in my womb for nine months;
Was now the only hope in front.
Eight years into the marriage and my dreams crashed;
Now hope felt like trash;
That’ when I decided I couldn’t take it anymore.
Hid it from my family;
Thinking they would never understand my story.
Finally, when I broke the news of violence to them;
They became my biggest support system.
This marriage was now a ban;
The trauma of my kid going away with that man;
will never fill the void;
But now I can at least look at myself without being paranoid.
Looking back at the lessons that life has taught me;
It seems like being bold, independent & strong wanted some fee.
For people in an unhappy marriage;
Don’t keep quiet in shame or fear;
For that is definitely not a life you deserve.
I’m proud to be where I am today;
Because now, I have finally come out of the grey.
Penfluky 