From the moment I saw her- 

beauty could be seen on her delicate face. 

She was- 

a pillar of strength. 

Then- the world became lifeless and ever so bleak. 

The blank stares began-

and fear smothered any beauty to be found. 

She wept and gasped in the corner of an unfamiliar room. 

Everything-

became so small. 

Mirrors became the enemy-

and she couldn't see herself.

Eminent change was knocking on the door of the small room.

She shook-she cried- she silenced herself-

but it remained as it was. Change is just around the corner. 

She went back to what she knew- and begged him and God-

but each left the emptiness just as it was. 

He had been so cruel-

and made the mirror a place of horror for her.

For only younger women could satisfy his gaze.

How could she satisfy him? 

A woman of vast life- 

Yet still not enough;

for the one who made the commitment to her-

but suddenly broke it.

She resided in a body that reflected the vastness of her life, 

but the comments on her form-

had been used as a weapon.

Her head remained down to the side- and to the sky-

but far from the direct gaze. 

Tears tricking yet again. 

After some time- 

Some peace began to settle,

Upon her exhausted mind, but only for a moment. 

The mirror-still as tumultuous as it was-

Pained her, but she found her head a little higher than it was. 

His voice began to dissipate-

and her ability to see came back. 

The bed became a place for rest-

No longer a place for sorrows and solace.

To see her again- 

my heart skipped a beat,

The relief flowed in and out of my veins. 

All I could do was smile- 

and bow my head in reverence, 

to the women in front of me.