The Bride

Dressed all in white,
looking into the golden-framed mirror
as her mother happily adjusts the veil.
A smile is plastered
to her made-up face,
and her eyes are hidden
by a shadow of doubt.

The satin of her gown
hides the scars on her arms
left by a man with a
strong hand.
The more I gaze at her,
the sadder she appears.

Her emotions become
trapped in her reflection
as she spins to kiss her mother.
The smile she bares
grows wider,
the pain buried underneath,
and she walks begrudgingly down the
aisle to meet her fate.