THE PERFECT WEDDING DRESS
A wet and windy September morn
the rain was coming down
the storm outside my window
hidden by my wedding gown
My big day had arrived
My life would be complete
I was marrying the man of my dreams
And he had chosen me!
In a room of nervous anticipation
My best friend and mum were by my side
Hair and makeup to perfection
It was time to become a bride
Stepping into the huge white underskirt
That fell heavy on my waist
It hurt a little but was worth it
Beautifully sewn in luxurious lace
The outer skirt, bright, white, satin.
Deep, red, roses placed elegantly with style
Sparkling. Magical. I felt beautiful for once
Shaking with excitement, I couldn’t hide my proudest smile
The bodice, slid silently, over the figure I had made.
Pearls and diamonds twinkled bright
I brushed down with pride the dress I had designed,
As my mum pulled the laces tight.
She placed the veil perfectly,
Like the princess I always wanted to be
Prince charming had swept me off my feet
Little did I know what awaited me.
The hidden storm, my perfect world.
On my wedding night was shattered
As he took what he said was “rightfully his”
The longed for, dress, discarded, bruised. Savaged and battered.
It took many years of numbness
To break free from the bond, I thought was love
A feeling of deserving pain and heartache
Because I was never good enough.
No one understands the mental pain
To the outside world I seem so strong
But the nightmares and anxiety
Teach me my journey is still long.
The scars run deeper than broken bones
You all think you know what you would do
Try years of self-doubt, enforced by society’s blame
And judgement that never walked a day in my shoes