MY DIVORCE: D-DAY

Today is my divorce;

The judge hears my decree.

The stroke of his pen will amputate,

A long-time part of me.

Divorce became my last resort,

Broken covenants I must bear.

My heart and dreams are shattered, too;

I’ve awakened to a nightmare.

A wall had formed between us,

I can’t remember when.

I feel like Humpty Dumpty;

Who will put me together again?

I’ll meet with my attorney;

He’ll tell me what to say.

Our divorce is on the docket;

It is now D-Day.

Before we start, I’ll be sworn in;

The words I’ll say are few.

The marriage will end just as it started,

With the same two words, “I do.”

I think that I’ll wear black today,

A symbol of the grief in my heart.

I mourn the death of our marriage;

For this death will do us part.

Becky Wall

Note: In answer to my question "Who will put me together again?," I found the answer in Christ.