A walk down the aisle

Twerking in trepidation

Peeping into glass doors, with my mind having a pep talk with my soul.

Holding my father's hand like my whole life depends on it, a rush of hot sweat reminding me what a happy day this should have been.

Down the aisle I walked, my heart crawling with it, my gaze meeting the glare of enemies and the brisk smile from friends and old acquittance.

Flashes of light, clicks of cameras, voices I couldn't recognize throwing questions I can't answer, don't want to answer and haven't even known the answers to, leaving me with new questions drowning my thoughts.

Looking dazed I gave out a few answers and swallowed down some, trying to wear a smile and not let my insecurities get captured in their cameras, in a moment they disappeared leaving me feeling exasperated and more determined to get my trophy - Victory.

Walking down the aisle in a long Royal blue gown embellished with stones and pearls I clutched my purse so tight my palms hurt as I cursed under my breath recking how beautiful it would have been holding a lovely bouquet of flower instead of a metallic piece of thing.

Sitting down on the first pew with my lawyer I swallowed hard giving him a hearty smile trying to fight the memories driving down my memory lane.

I became blanch at the epiphany that as planned my wedding should be two days from now and here I am in a court when I should be in a church.

Pressing charges when I should be locking lips with the man of my world

Swearing oats when I should be saying my vows

Holding out a swollen knuckle, bandaged hand, and a bruised pride instead of a dazzling ring

Sitting with cops, lawyers, and bandits instead of a groom and braids maids

Watched by friends who came for condolence and not felicitation

A judge standing in between I and my groom to have been rather than a priest

Dressed in nothing compared to my expensive wedding gown

Strengthen by witnesses, friends, family who believe that one good turn deserves another.

Here I stand, face-up, chest out
Beaten but broken
Bruised but not damaged.
Hurt but strong enough to put an end to this insolence
Bold enough to kill the monster I nursed
How foolish of me to think that love can mend a broken man.

Today i walk free of love and its doom
Bringing to an end my foolishness and helping other victims of domestic violence to speak up and never die in silence.