She walks down the street
Her head up high
Her smile dazzles all
Crowning her unwavering beauty
Her shiny, expensive jewels
Arouses stares and whispers.
But they don’t know that
Behind her closed door,
When she pulls down the window curtain
When her make-up has been washed off
And her precious ornaments
Has been carefully tucked away
She faces her own shadow!
This is what you don’t know
She is the one
Who lies awake every night
Not sure if HE is coming home
Hoping he is only running late
That’s her share of love.
She picks her phone
But dials not
She knows where he might be
Curled up in another’s arms
Where he rightfully belongs.
Only this woman can tell
How hard it is, to want a man
Who belongs to another
To have his affection, but not his name
To be showered with jewels and gifts
To compensate for his absence.
She is the other woman.
And who said its easy
To be in her shoes?
You may choose to judge her path
Or blame the twisted society
But I,
Chose to put it down in words
For you to read.
(November 24, 2012 at 11:19am)