Annya's Enchanted Realities

Here’s another poem about my experience in an abusive marriage. It’s about patience and what happens when it’s no longer seen as a virtue. Join me as I share this journey of self-reflection and resilience.

I was being patient like I was taught to be,
Until I found my meant-to-be.
Promises exchanged, on wedding night, 
That’s what I believed, love taking its flight.

Next to my family, my life was divine, 
Soon mysteries unfolded, like forgotten wine.
Inside those four walls, sprout shadows of doubt,
Love’s illusion crumbled, leaving only drought.

A huge storm of rage, unleashed on to me, 
A child loss, seems it’s not meant-to-be.
Dialing the digits, to my mother at night, 
Seeking refuge and solace, in darkness for light.

The cheating and betrayal, left my heart to grieve, 
On New Year’s eve, my trust took its leave.
I’m hopeless and helpless, there’s no one to save, 
I broke my silence, now my future is brave.

Being patient always is not very sane, 
You’re human, not a candy cane. 
Patience isn’t virtue, it’s courage that saves, 
Strength it gives, in the shadows it paves.

By Annya Arun