Bridal Tears

A shining halo on her head
guides every single step she dreads,
she wishes she could run instead,
all of her crumbled hopes are dead.

A future flashing in her mind,
an older groom, mostly unkind.
Both hands scrubbed raw from chores assigned,
no more tears left, silently cried.

Her dad is there, her mother too,
dismissing all her obvious blues.
So nonchalant with how she grew,
ignore her thoughts, forcing their views.

Slowly exhales, welcoming death,
suddenly wakes, still out of breath,
she sobs for those that go the length,
while praying she can gather strength.

Maybe someday forced love can end,
so no heart needs to play pretend.
Some are too young to comprehend,
how one wrong step quickly descends.

The warm sunlight, brightens her face,
clears up her mind, she finds her place,
an advocate for those displaced,
providing pure love filled with grace.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

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  1. “ignore her thoughts, forcing their views.” – this deeply spoke to me. My hope is to heal this wound… it’s human nature, I suppose, but ouch! Finding the joy in this dynamic, may be my next challenge. Thanks Grace, for your eloquence.

    1. It makes me so happy to hear that it spoke to you, Liz. I hope for healing in this word too. Thank you so much for your thoughtful response.πŸ’•β€οΈπŸ’•

  2. Love is difficult enough to come by, but forced relationships (thinking of child brides given by parents to decades-older men in various cultures) are inhumane on so many levels. Even in more “traditional” settings, if there’s no love in a relationship, you’re even more lonely and worse-off than if you were alone. I love the hope presented in the final stanza. I’m glad the girl in your poem found her way at last. πŸ™‚

    1. So true, Mike. Thank you so much. The motivation for this poem was a colleague of mine long ago, she has since passed away but touched so many lives along the way. I am so glad she found her way as well and happy that our paths crossed.πŸ’•

  3. Sometimes when I read you, dear Grace, I’m so moved it can be hard to find words. This is one of those times. This is a masterpiece. I love it with all my heart. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

  4. From gloom to bloom.. that’s the essence what I find in your poems, and this is not exception. This is a true depiction of a tense relationship. Well done, Grace, as always πŸ‘πŸ’πŸ’—.

  5. Ah, this was an absolute beauty! Forced relationships often turn out to be disastrous for both parties involved, in one way or the other. This is one of the your most touching ones yet, Grace! And this has to be one of those where you’ve perfectly used the charm of your name. Absolutely loved this ❀❀

    1. So true, disastrous is the perfect word to describe forced relationships, AB. Thanks so much for your kind feedback and support, my friend. Glad you liked it.πŸ’•

  6. This is wonderfully written and so candidly conveyed that wiping is not enough , tears to be transformed into smile and stepping stones to a fresh new beginning, excellent ❀️❀️❀️

  7. This is a poem that is telling a terrible story and yet there is hope at the end.
    I love the way you penned it Grace
    Love will conquer it all at the end ❀️❀️

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