She sat by the window
and stared into the brown, grainy expanse
of barren, oft-trodden land.
Her feet itching,
her heart exploding,
she weighed the decision
against the weight of the traditions
that held her back.
She wasn’t afraid of getting lost,
it was the thought of being found
that crippled her.
Tired of cowering in corners,
hiding her bruises
and living in horror,
she walked out the front door
never looking back.
To everyone, it was the end of her marriage.
To her, it was the beginning of life.