“It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.”
― Confucius

 

the hurt of betrayal

shakes a person to the core

the hurt of betrayal

closes love’s door

disbelief and shock

become companions of the day

sleeplessness and tears

become the unspoken way

doubts of self arise within

becoming despair and lost hope

dragging in the mud

contemplating how to cope

as illusions continue to flood

the pain is real and deep

trust is in a tailspin

still love prevails as I weep

somehow forgiveness

must enter once more

somehow goodness

must surface to the floor

compassion for the other

cannot be ignored

compassion for oneself

as hope opens the door