The Return

This is all too confusing

I'm no longer a child

I'm a woman almost approaching middle age

A widow who lost her husband

After suffering years of his abuse

I should be stronger, wiser, and full of life

Carefree and seeking adventure

Instead I'm wallowing in sadness and doubt

Insecurities and anxieties distorting

Any type of happiness

I should rightfully have

I swore I would never allow myself

To be hurt or abused again

But somehow you've returned

In a different body

In a different place

Promising everything would be ok

Then abandoning me

When I needed you the most