I have felt the glare born from brutal self love,
He builds a store of vindictive lies,
Waiting to lash out with free flowing insults,
Tearing down what was given in trust,
Threatening my family with vindictive attacks,
Never leaving me alone – following my every step,
Seeking out new opportunities for destruction.
I remember the sleepless nights,
When I considered the lies to be truth,
Rest was the elusive friend,
That couldn’t be found,
In the middle of the hate storm.
The final tragedy came in from the betrayal,
When love was expected a lie was told,
Vulnerability shared became his weapon,
The soul connection became a gaping wound,
Healing was a slow gift given from Mercy’s heart.
Betrayal’s regretful cry will be his final lament,
The easy broken promises will torment his soul,
Day and night he will toss and turn,
Knowing his deceitful path has gone nowhere,
A storehouse of nothing his legacy of deceit,
Riches gained from a friend’s broken heart,
Become his condemning final word.
Salvation’s voice speaks strong and clear,
The fiercest struggle the beginning of hope,
Rescued from the battle a loving voice is heard,
That calms my rushing heartbeat,
I am carried by a gentle strength,
That lifts me up on broad shoulders,
Confidently facing the battleground,
Protected by Eternity’s kind words,
That find me safe and secure,
In the place where trust truly belongs.