It is time I become a bride
Soon to be wife
Hoping to remain alive
Not claiming what was mine
Exercising my right
It comes with baggage
From both sides
To start a havoc
While remaining quiet
Some I lead down
While the groom bestows a crown
On my head
I have fled
Walked
Ran
Taught
Laughed
Conveniently living
While God’s plan was creeping
On a time I wasn’t sure
How going through
Hell and back as a cure
Easy, “I do’s.”
Ended a life before
Now as a Mrs. life, assured
A committed bride,concurred
To give
What I knew as mine
To a loved one by design.
Now, is that time.
