A sob story...

It was just another Friday evening and I was sitting in a bar...
Drowning all my sorrows again, trying to heal my many scar...
I was paying no attention when you walked into the door...
But when I laid my eyes upon you, I saw you as just a whore...

You came and sat down right beside me and asked me for a light...
With layers of makeup on your face, I guessed my hunch quite right...
I assisted you then turned my gaze to the glass filled with my brand...
I heard you softly sniff beside me, you were crying in your hand...

At first it didn’t phase me, I had more problems than I could chew...
And to stick your nose in a strangers business was just so plainly rude.
But as your crying turned to sobs I asked if you're alright...
If you want to talk as sometimes it helps to make a burden seem more light...

You looked at me and through your tears I could see the pain you bare...
For a swift moment I felt ashamed, because at first I didn’t care...
You faked a smile and shook your head, you told me you’ll be fine...
Yet your eyes told me a different story of troubles on your mind...

I ordered two tequilas, one for you and one for me...
I told the barman to keep them coming untill the bottle runs empty...
It took a while to lift your mood while telling me your tale...
I sat there speechless and without a word, listening to what you say...

My hunch was right - you are a whore, but not by choice you had...
You told that night the story of your life and how you really had it bad...
Sexual abuse was the norm in the house wherein you grew...
The result was a set of mouths to feed and your options limit to few...

It was your first time on the street that night, trying to sell your bits...
Yet after refusing three guys in a row, you gave up and called it quits...
The layers of makeup speaks for itself, as its the first time to wear this’ mask...
Trying to hide your true identity, which you failed miserably at the task...

I sat there flabbergasted by the sheer horrors you endured...
Imagining all the pain you suffered and all the scars it left for sure...
At that moment it daunted me and I realised it that night...
It doesn’t matter who you are! We all have demons that we fight.

The result to your horror life, was freedom once you could...
You had to plan your great escape on the cusp of adulthood...
On the day you turned twenty one, your bags packed and you ran...
One month later your discovery of motherhood most unplanned...

Ever since then you never looked back and tried to find a home...
Yet it wasn’t easy to make it work if you struggle on your own...
You managed odd jobs here and there but because you lack education...
Advantage be taken every time, then suspended in due duration...

I saw you before as just a whore, a woman with low self esteem...
Yet I had no idea all the scars that moulded you, into being this human being.
The fact that you’re still living, is a great novel to be told...
I would never be able to walk in your shoes, or hide the scars you hold...

First bottle done, I ordered another, at which time we were quite drunk...
You intrigued my mind with such wonder, besides, the night was still so young...
By then I knew your name as Gail, with twin sons who had no father...
As they were the result of a night where abuse took a form on like none other...

We sat for hours talking, like old friends would usually do...
We shared in each others miseries, but shared in laughter too.
And as the night progressed, and we grew in each other’s past...
The night made it clear and evident, that good times sure fly fast.

With the second bottle empty, and the night not young no more.
Both of us intoxicated and overdone to the core...
I asked you if you needed a ride, as I time to make my way...
You accepted gladly and with much hassle, out the bar we swayed...

As fate would hold it in his palm, a night spectacular with still’ some moon...
We ended up at your place, with your sons asleep in the room...
They looked like angels where they lay, so peaceful and so sweet.
And at that moment I saw my destiny, to be the father and the husband that you and the boys need

It could have been the tequila talking, but I would like to reject that thought...
I would like to believe in fate, because this night is more than naught...
I kept my thoughts to myself untill sober takes it’s toll...
But I had to set my plan in motion, before I loose control...

I asked you if you long for company, and if you mind I stay...
At first I sensed the doubt inside, but then you said okay...
Im sure you thought my intentions sexual, but soon I proved you wrong...
Laying down beside you, just holding you in my arms...

I guess we drifted off to sleep, because the next thing that I know...
I’m opening my eyes to the sight of angels and a tickle at my toe!
Playful banter right before me, was like heaven came to earth...
Something I’ve been yearning for since the day I lost my mirth...

We had a cup of coffee, you introduced me to Rob and Luke...
Two beautiful boys with abundant joy, both brown mopped and real cute...
As we sat there chatting, I knew how to get my plan planned through...
First I’ll get to know you better, and then I’ll propose and marry you...

So I asked you on a proper date, to which you smiled ñ nod...
By heart I knew it there and then, that soon your hand I’ve got...
The date went well with many that followed, untill I proposed to you...
Now I live in my own paradise, with you, Rob and Luke.

A perfect family, as my dreams came true like a fantasy to life...
What more can a heart want or desire with two angels and a loving wife...
How destiny have it, I would never have guessed it to ever end like this...
How two hearts did mend from a heaped up mess and healed in each others bliss...

Theuns de Bruyn