Perfectionist Rehab

I studied abroad in France – my dream!

To see the Eiffel Tower – fantasy!

To partake of the drug loved by blue,

Slowly turning me into you.

I learned on this journey how much you hurt,

Bitter hardened your tongue – curt!

The pain that you felt mirrored my own,

Knowing that mommy was never coming home.

The lady in blue was once a girl in white,

Twirling and dancing, holding her mother tight.

Until she got sick and abandoned lace,

Dyed blue in death’s embrace.

Losing a mother is always tough,

Perhaps more for a child, though it hurts enough,

To shake from our core a seeded deep fear,

That one-day Grim Reaper shall appear.

The lady’s brothers and sisters were raised,

By the woman she would call a saint.

But left her alone in an alcoholic’s care,

And so began her nightmares.

The lady in blue in her twenties fell,

Deep in love with a man so swell,

Until one day a test glowed pink,

And into depression she did sink.

Convinced that her man would her abandon,

Left alone for her womb to expand and,

Raise a babe in solitary,

Led to a procedure voluntary.

Her body as empty as the whole in her heart,

Ripped from the muscle, cupid’s dart.

Knowing her choice would her beget,

The torture of could’ve been – regret.

Returning from work, he opens the door,

To find the lady in shambles on the floor.

Sobbing her fate into the rug,

He comes over and offers a hug.

Furious, the snake rises above,

Initiating the fight that ends her love.

He says something hasty, an unwise retort,

“This is why I had to abort!”

Shocked at the words, his blood ran cold.

“What did you say?” unable to hold,

Back from her rage from the choice she had made,

From lack of trust in the man betrayed.

“You’re a monster” he stated as he turned the knob,

Never to return to the woman who sobbed.

The lady in blue grieved for her child,

But over time her ferver did mild.

She met a new man at a wedding with friends,

And he is the same upon whom she still depends.

Codependent, they married, miserable together.

But at least coupled they could bear the weather,

Thrown their way by being alive,

Regretting they became husband and wife.

Twenty years passed since the horrible day,

Unable to ignore what she’d never say,

She turns to the man other,

“I really want to be a mother.”

They signed up for foster care – oh, the glee!

This is how they came to meet me.

Understand the motives of the lady in blue,

She wanted to be sainted too.

If she adopted a desolate – no longer,

Would anyone accuse her of being a monster.