Where else could i spill my guts. thanks.

My Wedding Day 16th Sept

On this day that should have been bliss
Marked the beginning of a journey that was a deep dark abyss

As a child of violence & death & fear
I thought my life was changing – it seemed so clear

My fathers death marked my wedding day - no bells were rung
I trusted my husband to deliver me from harm but my head it hung

My memory of the vows that I was supposed to believe
Were drowning & clouded in confusion & tears

I remained in shock as we stood getting married
Only a year before my darling bro was sadly buried

This man who I married I felt sure would do me no harm
He had come on that white horse with Gods love as the charm

He cold heartedly informed me that this was no big deal
‘Get over it’ & Get on with it’ - theres nothing at all to heal

My mother didn’t have me there to comfort her at all
Instead I was taken far away to make sure I didn’t fall

I was whisked away in the ‘Keda’ van driving further & further away
I cried oceans of tears while begging to be with mum on this day

But ‘NO’ was the answer – there were no ‘if’s’ & ‘but’s’
Husband said don’t worry about it – anyway your dad was nuts

So that was the beginning of a new life of confusion
Surely I would wake up and this would only be an illusion

But there is a happy ending to this tale of woe & strife
My son was already growing in me preparing for his life

To this day for my father I have never grieved
Christian love? No I was deceived.