From my poetry notebook….This Ain’t Shakespeare.
The darkened window, lit only from behind.
Shows a sharp-angled face, etched with anguish-filled lines.
As she stares, long suffocated tears begin to flow.
A life built on trust has been crushed in a single, selfish blow.
How did she let this happen? Allow her family to be snatched away?
Now all is gone. Even hope that fate would return them one day.
She stands, looking unseeingly at the face reflected back.
Her mind sees a young woman whose life was on the right track.
The man of her dreams had swept her off her feet.
Promising to love, honor and cherish til’ death they do meet.
A child was born, a sweet little boy.
Endless smiles and bliss at this wonderful joy.
A home was provided through a business that soared.
A husband who loved her, a child she adored.
Another arrived, from out of the blue.
Claiming friendship that was accepted as true.
Manipulating and coveting what belonged to another.
That the bond being built was simply a cover.
The true motivation was meant to seduce.
Not caring that lives would be shattered, and true love reduced.
The other used emotions to bait its catch.
Listening and offering kindness through a rough patch.
The catch had been easily tricked by the bait.
More stroking of an ego made it worth the wait.
Reeled and then eaten by a prey too fierce.
Unconcerned how the wounds would hurt and pierce.
Guilt overcomes, and a confession needs to be made.
Begging forgiveness, making promises, in order to stay.
Eyes blink and she sees once again.
The reflection of a woman cast aside for her sins.