I married to have someone to hold

I didn't want to be alone,

At night I wanted my husband home.

I thought I was the missing rib

to my husband's side.

But let the truth be told,

we were unequally yoked.

It didn't matter that my smile was so wide,

My tears I just keep trying to hide.

Why didn't I listen to God?

Why was my head so hard?

I thought that I could work things out on my own,

but now look at the mess I made...

I am still alone.

The marriage has faded

but now I am writing from my heart,

which is what I should have been doing

from the very start.

Serving God is not a mistake!

I'm no longer a wife.

But with each breath that I take

writing and writing is now my life.