I saw her as a martyr,
a victim by my side—
helpless, I thought,
unable to pull us from his tides.

I excused it—
how could she raise five kids alone?
I gave her my compassion,
placed my trust on her throne.

But now that I’m older,
the fog starts to lift—
She wasn’t just passive,
she CHOSE not to shift.

She wasn’t just broken,
she wielded these cracks,
a villain in silence,
he just launched the attacks.