mistaken the love through hope’s eyes,
and dark the abyss of the shadow of loss,
those pillars of future crumbled,
the sacrifice of belief now despised.
How fickle she is, this goddess of love,
bursting with fervor, then turning away,
and trust has been lost, the surrender to a soul
that now is dismissal placates
all manner of reasons to stay.
The hurt is cellular,
as if the soul paralyzed in regret,
and life just eventuates without any grip,
as we float in a purgatory, a non-existent plight,
as if in a light-less malaise.
We pin such hopes on love,
forge a future in our minds so complete,
when we fall, we fall far, into the wreckage of our dreams,
and amid that loss, the world loses favor,
our senses dulled.
Love of all things,
we strive to have in our lives,
it is our security, our justification and reward,
our chosen partner a facet of ourselves,
a reflection of our acceptance of living.
Yet when love changes, it changes us,
when love breaks a heart we are immersed in loss,
all our reasons for life dissipate,
as we have so relied on love’s embrace,
and find ourselves truly alone.
It takes time to recover,
as the pain of loss is a weighted burden
effecting all aspects of life,
and that feeling of betrayal lingers long,
for we believed in love, truly.
But love never betrays,
it is we who deviate from the path,
and in forgiveness we should bury the past,
to cleanse our souls and know love is ever-present,
should we choose to see.
We may live in anger, live in denial,
but love never denies, never takes us for granted,
and each time we fall, we seek once more
to be within its hold,
to be within the peace and bliss it can bring.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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