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.
At Sunnyside - Where Truth and Beauty Meet 
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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