The Truce

A husband had come between us…
an angry, arrogant, insecure husband
who demanded control…and ordered
me to choose…it’s your sister or me.

I still thought he knew best…I was
standing beside him…he was
right after all…she had disrespected him…
right?  I chose him…as his wife it was my duty.

No longer welcome in our home…her
overtures of apologies…deemed insincere…by him.

But I grieved, I obsessed…it didn’t feel right.
I love her…he’s wrong…taking this too far.
One night I spoke to her, in defiance, it was
the breakthrough I needed to finally see
the light.  His abusive behavior and
control over me was sick and twisted…
he was wreaking my soul.  It was the
middle of the end of a sham of a marriage.

I later went to my sister, who was so hurt
and betrayed and asked for forgiveness…
I’ll do whatever it takes.  I’m here to listen;
I’ll take your hurt and anger.  I love you
dearly…we’ll work this out.

A healing began, a truce and understanding.
I still have my sister…the husband…no armistice day.


Manicddaily (Karin Gustafson) puts forth the idea of peace making today over at dVerse Poets:

Flash and Bull

I bit off more than I could chew
when I met you.  Your syrupy
tongue soon turned harsh and bitter.
I give up, you’ve won,
now let me walk away clean.
I should have known;
you were too good to be true.

All flash and bull
you caught my attention
but I fault myself
for being reeled.
You were out there
fishing with smooth,
cold cunning.  I was
naïve and trusting,
didn’t see the hook coming. 

Outward appearance
all cool and fun
but in the eleventh
hour, I cut and run.

Mean and high-handed,
but held me to blame,
your delusional rants
brought me shame.
Cutting me down,
(I fell to my knees),
planting doubts,
creating destruction. 

Your madness a loose cannon,
unchecked, unstable.
I’m no longer willing,
to be your mark,
my turning back is the end of this story.

It’s all about you.
It’s all about you. 

I bit off more than I could chew
when I met you.  Your syrupy
tongue soon turned harsh and bitter.
I give up, you’ve won,
now let me walk away clean.
I should have known;
you were too good to be true.

Packing up my splintered but mending heart
I’m keeping it safe from the likes of you.
Sometimes we need to know
when to close an open door.


English: Marriage certificate Deutsch: Heirats...I admit it, I’ve been tempted and fallen from grace, but I no longer cared when I had my affair.  I was already gone, our relationship battered; you were the first to break our vows by your delusional rule. 

I enjoyed the tension of keeping my secret…my mind was consumed with thinking of him.  No love was lost..but it was found…the lust that was latent burst into flames. 

Pleasure ignited, passion took
over…my gratification brought me sensual delight.  Not only the senses of the body were aroused but my mind
became clear on the path for my life.
It may sound odd, you may not believe,
but this so-called scandal, salvaged this wife.

Entering this for a new blog prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads; Fireblossom’s Friday #3–Temptation!:

Thank You, But No

Just Say No

Image by donnamarijne via Flickr

Thank you, but no.

I will no longer read your letters

nor will I listen to your voice.

Goodbye has been said.

Overflowing are my head and heart

of the words you’ve spoken that pierced them both.

So long, too long, I listened and heard

the rantings and manipulation you spewed forth

lectures really–of your ideas and defenses.

Too long, so long, you tried to convince me

that I was wrong and mistaken in my thinking.

Words were twisted and used against me.

Trust and faith were tools of your trade,

but they were mine that you took and

carelessly mishandled.

Delicate and sacred, I gifted them to you,

but they were not valued nor kept secure.

I hadn’t noticed when our passion ignited

that you were unbalanced and suffering then.

I looked ouside and didn’t see clearly,

instead of noticing my reality within.

Young lust had won out.

I had to learn,

a lesson of self worth;

it sure was hard won.

But now I can say,

Thank you, but no.

My entry to dVerse Poets, Open Link Night:

A Lifetime Ago

A lifetime ago we said our vows
Meaningfully and sure we gazed with love
Words and feelings touched our hearts
Entrusted together until breath’s end part
Bride with honor as her intention
Groom to guide and bid me follow

I allowed your lead; we had a path to follow
My trust placed in you through solemn vow
Our course clearly directed our intention
Life settled in–I thought I’d found love
But egoic authority threatened to part
It began the total breaking of hearts

What most call love, I know now is less heart
Than foolish games that we follow
These games are sure to wedge apart
Meaningless and hollow became those vows
Our life’s truth gone the way of “love”
Now day to day survival is our intention

Can we return to our true intention
Or will tortured psyches ruin our hearts
My mind is reeling; where is love
Your weaving path I will not follow
Belief no longer binds me to vows
To find freedom’s release is my part

Two now fragmented into parts
No longer sharing life’s intention
My eye of knowing avers my vow
Myself to depend with open heart
No longer needing someone to follow
I nurture myself with limitless love

Internal knowledge my source of love
Finding the whole that was never apart
Footsteps I take without following
Turning inward affirms my intention
The One has always held my heart
To look to myself my only vow

Find all love through love’s intention
Without division, it’s not apart–it resides entirely in your heart
There’s no one to follow and no need for vows

A Sestina

Golden Ring

Golden ring of mine

Once conveyed a love so true

Left behind–goodbye!

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