Ah, that's why the nausea churned
As the days passed after you plunged your dagger
Deep into my heart and marrow
I have grieved and raged
Raged at the hypocrisy
Angry at my own rationalization
Grieved at another loss
I don't know why hypocrisy
Causes my blood to boil so
Is it because of the times
When I too have played the hypocrite
Still, I endeavor to own my errors
I think I've done an okay job
Including with this recent assault
However minimal you may deem it
My real error was in rationalizing your duplicity
I chose to see the good
While blinding myself to the poison
Until I too became a target
But alas, this loss is a lesson
Like many other losses
So, move along Carol
Closure is not necessary
For now, I nurse the wound
With help from a couple dear friends
True friends
Tender, clarifying, good-hearted
And that's what really matters...
So, flee from me
This strife and hurt
Allow tenderness, harmony
Acceptance, forgiveness
And be freer than before...
~*~
Sometimes you don't get closure; you just move on. ~ Karen Salmansohn
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| To be free... Ponce Inlet Lighthouse, 2019 |
