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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