Breaking Trust - Poem

 



My tears will no longer come

yet my eyes are heavy from anger and lack of sleep.

A light - there is always a light -

is far away yet I can still see it in the dense fog

created by breaking of trust.

Someone broke it carefully, like an egg.

I want my tears to come,

seducing me into a false hope

that I can no longer deny but accept from within.

The light comes painfully,

ripping my skin apart,

preparing me for the next level of bliss.

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