A Woman, Broken

She cried and begged G-d to help her.

She begged and pleaded for her marriage, for her husband to love her as she loved him.

The years grew long and the months passed, wearily.

She stopped begging for her marriage, broken.

She asked G-d for the strength to bear what was to come.

She asked that she love her husband as he loved her.

The pages turned in her life and she began to wear down, broken.

As the time gathered and passed, she stopped crying for love.

Her tears turned hard and refused to leave her eyes.

Eyes that would well with pain but never release the hardness.

Broken.

No longer crying, only still dying, she refused to ask G-d for anything else.

Sensing the end, she only sat still and waited, broken.

Handed over her fears and began to live again, this time for herself.

Building and hardening, his words no longer tortured her.

She didn't cry herself to sleep as she well knew that sleep would bring release.

Prayers started and stopped, words stilted and broken.

Pain turned to calm, calm into hatred.

Broken.

Trying to release a pain that is each day dug anew.

She turned to G-d and prayed a prayer of one word, one plea.

"Broken."