The Unloved Woman

The illusion of choice
Wrapped up in the fall—
Fearing their stories
never mattered at all
Chasing a peace
that could have been
And running races
they were never set to win

A hidden bride—
The deceptive switch
A theatrical whirlwind
With a surprising glitch
Convenient, not cherished
Faithful and kept
Still unseen
I quietly wept

My husband is sure to love me now
the hopeful bride returns—
to labor beneath her fruitful vow
and tally what she earns

The whirlwind has done its work
to collect its prize—
My confusion sets quietly
beneath familiar skies

Dawn is breaking
A harvest of considerable size
Offers her the cost for a night
With the man she loves—
And a gentle tear from her ‘weak eyes’

As the fog rolls in
I reach for his arm
Yet, he pulls away
I know I can’t take more harm
But I’m still begging him to stay

The unloved woman—
A life that is often overlooked
But our stories carry a weight
Not just anyone can afford
Not because we were passed by
But because we are seen
And in that seeing
we praise the Lord