At 16 she was his passport

At 16 she was his passport

At just sixteen,

her world was still in growth

soft dreams unbroken,

untouched by storm.

An Indian man

with promises bright,

spoke of love and futures

with him so bright .

A child in her womb,

the price she paid,

for words of devotion,

he carefully laid.

The passport office

gave him his papers,

his warmth grew cold,

he was never the same.

His words, once tender,

turned sharp, unkind;

he played with her heart

and fractured her mind.

Through nights of silence,

through months of ache,

she bore the weight

of each cruel mistake.

And when the papers came

making his life whole,

he brought over his wife,

From Bangladesh

baring her soul.

The girl stood broken,

her spirit worn,

a woman now,

from innocence torn.

Yet somewhere deep,

her strength remains,

in scars of sorrow,

in now years pain.

For though betrayal

has left its mark,

her life will rise,

One day from the dark.

Without him, she knows

her children would not be here,

and for them, she lives,

For the she took the pain

She loves them dear.

In their laughter and smiles,

she found her way,

her heart finds healing,

day by day.

He’s gone now to his maker

Still she morns 14 lost years

Lots of scares and punches

Abuse and too many tears

Now she is a woman

her children are grown

As long as she has them

she is never alone.

please note This is a true story of a mere child’s life taken to get a passport for a man who abused and used her. I know this lady. She is now 65 years old. Seems her life a ocean of real tears, hurt, and pain. Punches heal pain fades but the words of hate never go away. Used ruined and abused. I wish her luck but in my heart I do not think she will ever heal.