At last, I see
Your Truth -
That “Secret Heart”
You blame. Is it
Adultery -
Predator or Prey?
Bathed in shame,
I choke back tears -
Does “ballerina"
Have a name?
At last, I see
That marriage is
Another promise
Twisted.
Each day
For me another
Tortured trial:
Beliefs (I thought)
We shared, once sacred,
Now - not only broken -
But belittled,
Bare.
At last, I see
As wanting, waiting
Words not spoken
Leave me breathless,
Warped and wasted
Like the prey
You target,
Reeling,
Righteous,
Wronged.
At last, I see
Behind your mask
Of ‘calm and caring'-
Blatant, bold,
But not concealing
TRUTH:
You will
Torment
Track and target
Until my world
of smoke and mirrors…
Cracks.
I am erased.
At last, I'm free.
BY SUNNYSIDE
Image Credit:
Hermenegildo Anglada-Camarasa: Sketch of Woman (1938)
Catalan,1871-1959, Crayon drawing on paper,34 x 24,3 cm.
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deeply tragic…….but beautifully written. It is SO good to see you again!
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So glad to hear from you again! Your poem brings to mind the dissolution of my own marriage some thirty years ago.
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Not happy musings, but there is certainly value in the expression…lol….So glad to hear from you, Rosaliene. I am sorry you can relate, though. 😦
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What a wonderful read.❤️
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Thanks for visiting, Laleh! 🙂
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My pleasure.🌷
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love it！
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