The Reckoning Poem by grace mariner

Do you wonder why I don't tell her?
Do you believe it is because of you...some effort to save you?
Arrogance in its highest form!
There's no saving you my dear one!
You took vows, an oath, swearing to whatever higher power
you've hedged your bets on.
My motives are selfish, not for me, but for her.
Having seen my mothers face when she was told, ...now
there's something you don't easily forget!
I watched her small death as she sank farther away from all of us.
She, like your beloved, knew but oh how much sharper the cut
when it comes from the predators mouth!
The other woman...the strange title relegated to women like me.
I don't wear it with pride, having never applied for the job or sought the title.
I wear it now with desperation, having been awarded with this tarnished tiara for loving a liar.
The vow I've broken is to myself, alone.
Our reckoning may be the same.
Perhaps we will walk hand in hand through the fire together