They say I’m the bride, dressed in grace and gold,
But my heart feels heavy, my fingers cold.
They cheer and they laugh, so full of delight,
While I sit with my thoughts in the hush of the night.

A suitcase lies open, sprawled on the floor,
Stuffed with my life — and maybe some more.
My childhood fits tightly between these seams,
Old laughter, old fears, and half-finished dreams.

I’m packing my life — not just clothes and shoes,
But tearful goodbyes and the weight of new truths.
A new house awaits, with rooms I don’t know,
With smiles I must learn, and customs to show.

I’ll trade my mum’s cooking for a different view,
A table of strangers I’ll call my crew.
Will they understand when my silence speaks?
Or when I miss home on the loneliest weeks?

They say I’m lucky — “He’s kind and true.”
But do they know I’m breaking in two?
Excitement and dread — they both share my skin,
As I close this chapter and another begins.

To call someone else’s house home,
Walking from complete shelter into the unknown.
To wake up to footsteps I didn’t grow hearing,
To voices unfamiliar, yet so endearing.

The mirrors still show a confident bride,
But no one sees the storm I hide.
A girl with dreams and unspoken fears,
Stitching her smile through trembling tears.

Tomorrow I’ll walk with my head held high,
With anklets chiming and kohl-lined eyes.
A graceful bride in a gown divine —
But tonight, I mourn what I leave behind.

I sit by my suitcase, quiet and small,
Still hearing my name from the childhood hall.
The room that once held my dreams and time —
The room I called home, the room that was mine.

So tonight I sit, with emotions untamed,
Half full of hope, half quietly pained.
And this suitcase of feelings I take on the ride —
From daughter to wife, from girl to bride.

I hold my breath, knowing time will teach,
The lessons of love, of what it can reach.
For now, I stand between two worlds —
A daughter, a bride, a woman unfurled.