Have you seen her?

 I was minding my own business rushing for the train one day after work when I felt a sudden gust of
wind and of all the things that were flying around a small piece of paper found itself stuck on my leg.
I was a bit irritated and tried to kick it off but it kept hanging on to my shoe as if it did not want to be
thrust away. As I stopped to remove it with my hands and I noticed it was hand written and my curiositygot the better of me so I decided to read it quickly before throwing it in the bin.

Dear Diary
As I sit here every day trying to salvage the pieces of what used to be my life I wonder where I got it all twisted. The woman I was five years ago will never have recognized this woman sitting here today all beaten up and scared. These two women have nothing in common; they stand parallel to each other because the one now is broken, scared and weak. She is trapped in silence because of fear of what people will say, no one can know and will ever know what this “put together woman” is going through behind closed doors NO ONE.

I stopped dead in my tracks as the words on that small piece of paper sunk in. As I walked slowly towards the train station,I kept looking at the small piece of paper and wondering what this lady might have been going through, who she is and where she might be. When I jumped on the train I found myself looking at people and wondering if any of these people could be that woman hiding behind a mask of make up and putting on a fake smile when all she wants to do is break down and cry.

Has anyone seen this woman? Do you know who she is or where she lives?

I must have seen her plenty of times but I never looked at her face to be able to give a description of
what she looks like. I was too busy getting on with my day and life to have noticed the bruises hidden
behind that thick layer of make up. I probably looked at her shoes and admired and did not see that she was walking with a slight limp.

 

I imagined how people look at her at the mall, driving a nice car, her hair well done and her nails oh so pretty.Everyone is looking at her wishing they were in her shoes but if only they knew the rough road she has and is still travelling. She walks around oblivious to all these whispers and stares and as she slowly walks from one aisle to the next picking and throwing whatever tickles her fancy the stares grow oh so admiringly. She hesitates to go to the till point to pay and she goes for another round in the shop. She is probably dragging her feet, but as they look on and admire they see an elegant glide of a woman who has no worries in the world. As they whisper and point at her Jimmy Choos, r wishing she was wearing flat pumps, because the road she has walked is rough and steep, she is tired and weary and she does not know where she is going.

 

She greets the lady at the till with her soft voice and a smile that i know is really all she has and can give. As she fumbles threw her Louis vitton purse to get the one of many credit cards, I know she can see it but is trying to buy time.

 As she walks off with shopping bags so many that she needs 2 men to help they look and wish they were her, but as she walks off from all these friendly warm faces her heart is crying for a friend. As she drives off and the 2 men smile because she gave them a big tip she feels good inside to have made someone else smile. “blessed woman” they say but as her car disappears from  the view of my imagination I wish they knew what awaits her.

When they see her driving in they wonder what gold and silver adorn this house because from outside it is so picture perfect, so peaceful and the house wow so big, a mansion fit for a king. She looks back as if wishing for a few more minutes just to get another glimpse of all those friendly faces. Head bowed down and heart pounding she walks in to face her fait. Inside her heart she is crying so much because no one knows and it seems no one cares what happens to her behind those doors.

Has anyone seen this woman? do you know who she is?
As i sit and wonder I wish  I could set her free, I wish I could meet her and  tell her it is going to be ok. I wish I could be that voice in the radio encouraging her to be brave enough to speak. I wish I could be the hand that hugs her and tells her that all will be ok. I wish I could be the one who has written the book she is reading and I tell her that she is worth much more than “he” tells her. I wish I will be the at the auction where when it’s her turn to be sold I simply smile at her at tell her she is priceless.

Hasany of you seen this woman? or is any of you this woman?