Last night, when I saw you

Holding your baby in your arms
Tears falling down your cheeks
Like flood water
I saw my mother cry, I saw my sister cry

You sat there in silent lamentations
Wondering how you got there
How after all you gave him
He could be so cruel to you
After you held on to his broken pieces
Indefatigably putting them together
Patiently, lovingly
Feeling not the pain of the daily cuts
Enduring, after all like your mother did

What is a woman to do, you asked?
Falling in the pattern of thought
And conditioning formed from traditions
Making you do insurmountable things
With inborn talents and gifts
Bourne of act of the sacrifices and resolve
That adds strengths
Even though he said you were not good enough
You make wonders

To transcend your circumstances
Take a step back stop for a moment
Without stillness there is no movement
In stillness you will see the road you travelled thus far
The road you travelled alone before him
When you could do everything for yourself
Before the self doubt and constant pain
Kept you incapacitated
Blinded by the blood from the broken glass

Then only then
Will you be delivered from the
Nightmare of your own doing