{HERstory in the making}

And the stress leaves her with an upset stomache

and a bad taste in her mouth,

the sour taste of resentment,

wishing she could go back and change things not for herself but for him,

things could have been different,

just when she thought things were better,

she thought was happy,

and that like a slap in the face,

shes hit with a whirl wind of troubles and sorrow,

and doesn't want to turn to anyone,

only to the inside of her heart,

she knows her heart won't tell,

her heart won't judge

and she feels stupid for letting the tears fall

but at least she is alone and no one can see

no one but her