The Wedding Dress

The dress

Long gone are days of happiness, long gone are silken seams,
Reduced to patching underclothes, away have fled the dreams,
Once brightly sequinned reams of lace, and pretty ribbons tied,
Wrenched apart with promises, that all too often lied.

The wedding dress so pristine white a masterpiece for sure,
Struck down with stealth from a disease of which there is no cure,
Cut into scraps of dull grey rag, and used in household chores,
Scrubbing through the years of pain upon those hapless floors.

Betrayed, all but abandoned washing dishes soaked in scorn,
Abused and ridiculed, forever saddened and forlorn,
The dress which promised all to me a future free and bright,
Now mirrors my domestic slavery, without a fight.

God willing there's a seamstress, a magician of the soul,
To take apart both dress and I, repatriate us whole,
To walk again the aisle of hope, regain a seed of when,
This tortured soul can catch a glimpse of happiness again.

©jimmymm2005