The Bullet She Fired

Why didn’t you tell me that the exultation was conditional?

Was I just a hit jackpot on terms and conditions?

Mother in love you were entrusted to me by my kinsmen,

Why add to my predicaments?

Your son, my husband chose me for better or worse, 

Stop tormenting me over a phase I didn’t choose to be in.

I want to be a mother as well but God says otherwise,

Is it a crime to be a victim of nature?

The news of my condition broke my heart to the latter,

But your sharp words are doing me worse,

Help me mend my broken heart or let me be!

I can’t pick up the pieces when you have decided to shatter me the more.

We are all living by the grace of God,

You’re blest, but my time is not yet here.

Be careful because tables might turn around,

And walking in my shoes might hurt so badly, you might not survive it.

The days I pleaded with you are more compared to the days I smiled.

The worst nightmare strikes, and you want me all of a sudden,

You broke my heart but this breaks me more,

Meaningful when situations change against your wish.

My heart bears no grudges,

Perhaps you were looking out for your son, and his family tree continuation.

I want to stay but nature screams ‘It is THE BULLET SHE FIRED!’

Let her live with her consequences, unending depression.

By: Purity Waithira