Leaping Hurdles
She didn't struggle to get pregnant
One month into the wedding
And a healthy dose of pleasure was all it took
She adhered strictly to the doctor's instruction
She ate fruits, vegetables, took her medicine
Her husband gave her his all
She was pampered, loved, feted
Labour came
She knew what to expect
She had seen documentaries
The doctors had her and her husband practice Lamaze breathing
She did a long walk hours before labour
The contractions came, she dilated
She had a son
And the chandelier shattered
Nobody quite understood what happened
Nobody
A thick fog, black, grey, fiery red and dark
Suddenly enveloped her brain
She couldn't process onward thoughts
She tried, very hard to reach that fountain and break loose
The effort exhausts her totally
Like a skipping disc
Her thoughts go in cycle
Darkness! Doom! Death!
The doctors called it Postpartum depression
She was just sad, lethargic, anxious, always crying, irritable and erratic
Sometimes she would just stare into space
Nothing on the side of sane makes sense to her
They took her baby from her
She changed environment
Her psychiatrist helped
She took her drugs
But the voices were only silenced
Sex became a problem
One year, two years
Her husband changed
His patience waned
He met a lady
Friends with benefits
'I love my wife' but I have needs
The lady understood
Its just sex
Protected sex!
He is generous to her
She has been on the shelf for a while
Half bread is better than none
He is not clingy, rarely calls
'I am married and I love my wife' His song
'You can walk away at any time' - His chorus
But then...
One man's poison is another's meat
She: Your wife is a witch, she was going to kill you and the thing backfired that is why she ran mad
He: No way
She: I had a dream, masquerades were chasing me
He: No way
She: Your wife was chasing me with a gun
He: Shut up
He started seeing it too, everywhere
His wife is a witch
Wife's parents observed the changes
He stopped sleeping at home
He started avoiding his child
They met with him?
What is the problem?
He was rude, called them names
Called her a witch, called his son a wraith
The moment had came
Peter is denying The Lord
They understood
Parents ran to God
This is too much Father, send Help
He came home to pack his things
He saw his wife
His wife saw him
She recognized him
'What are you doing?'
She asked
He started crying
'I am tired of this kind of life, i am moving out'
She: Hold me for a minute
He did
They were there for a while
A spring uncoiled in her mind
He saw the redness in her eyeballs clear
She: Take me somewhere, anywhere
They went for a picnic
He couldn't believe it
Just one more day...
He told himself
They went for a three days get away
He took it a day at a time
Friend with benefits didn't see him
Five whole months
His number was always busy
She summoned courage, came to their house
Saw him, saw his wife with a baby bump
He saw her off
She: Her witchcraft got you, God knows I tried to save you
He kept quiet
She was gone forever
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