The woman on the other side

I am the woman on the other side

I am smart, bold, witty and beautiful

But I'm scorned, often I find myself depressed even suicidal at times,

'Why', you ask?

Because I am the woman on the other side

Many see me and envy me,

Many see me and think to themselves, 'I wish I were her'

But do they see my tears at night while I hug my pillow close

Do they hear my sighs, or see the sadness in my eyes..

No they don't

'Why', you ask?

Because I'm the woman on the other side

I strive for perfection

and I dare say I'm close with mock satisfaction

Yet my heart knows the truth

My womb yearns to hide God's most intricate work till nature forces a protrusion that screams 'there's life!'

I long for the warmth of a man's loving arms

A man who will take me as I am, faults and all

A man who will be my Clyde,
While I'll be his Bonnie with pride,

Filling the rest of my days with another life we will create.

But God must have other plans

'Why', you ask?

Because I am the woman on the other side

I have loved deeply a few 'chosen ones'

Some taught me selflessness

others taught me the secrets to life

and a few showed me the dark side of love

Yet I haven't given up

I am still hopefull that day is coming, when at last I will say

'I AM THE TRIUMPHANT WOMAN ON THE OTHER SIDE!'