Marriage turning into a menace, the couple craved for a riddance.
Through a divorce, finally got freed of their alliance.
Months passed on without any occurrence.
Slowly, into their solitary lives began to creep silence.
The songs they heard, no more had any cadence.
The sunsets, they watched didn't have any brilliance.
Deep down, they felt deep annoyance,
And longed to seek shelter in each other for deliverance.
It was then that they met at a function by coincidence.
Though a chance meeting, it turned out to be of great relevance.
In a tone of deep regret she told, she was all repentance.
Both felt, most of their notions on marriage were sheer nonsense.
They, henceforth decided to live together in mutual acceptance,
Seeking shelter in each other in every turn of life with consonance.
That night with the stars peeping and all anxiety kept in abeyance,
They embraced each other, consummating their joyous confluence!
Repaired with gold
By Michelle Morris
02/11/2022
I'm not sorry that I cared for you
I'm not sorry that I was your friend
I gave my very best to you
I was loyal to the end
The bitterness of your betrayal
Took me a long time to overcome
I had to work through a lot of anger
Feeling stupid for being so trusting
I thought you were my best friend forever
But you never considered me this way
I thought that we were closer
But you were just playing a battle game
I realise in retrospect
That I purposefully ignored the signs
I kept giving you a pass
Every single time you lied
You took my love for granted
My kindness and generosity
You enjoyed all the drama
That your deceptions seeded
Still, I'm not sorry I cared for you
For I realised that I was a friend so true
I can only have compassion
And forgiveness for your cruelty
Life lessons and experience
Have taught me much in this life
And for you to treat me so badly
You have to feel pretty low about yourself
So, I forgive, but will remember
And accept the lessons cold
These scars on my heart and soul
Are forever repaired with gold
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Melting snow yields green
spoken words of forgiveness
my spirit renewed
Sin-marred
Guilt-damaged
Broken I was…
Yet God repaired my life…
Renewed*!
Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.
April 3, 2019
Seems I always come to You when things aren’t going well
Sometimes feeling cursed, deservedly so, but hurting inside
Knowing well I’ve had more than my share of good
Misused the blessings but kept returning for more
Could have made better decisions, now I see
Could have thought before I acted, now I cry
Feels like a never ending rain as it wears me down
Like an old car that has seen its better years
Engine still runs but without the energy
Too many bad miles and rocky roads
Sunday, think I’ll drop it in the shop
To be repaired.
Tired, aching in disrepair
Shadows have left their mark as I stared
Something seeping into my mind
This thing, when it’s through I will never find
I see your face and I know that it’s just goodbye
For when we’re through you will see that I had lied
A curse of trust for my boredom and my spite
If I looked long enough I’d know that in you I hide
But I know
Fighting, fading into the scene
Hiding in mirrors that make me unclean
Deter my paper contract routine
You are just something I have been
I’ve seen it all and I have been everything
If what I see is a lie then I know that to look is to bring
Deceive me now before you give me a chance to sing
Pain and hatred and plastic broken wings
It’s nothing
Nothing will ever let me breathe
Darkness and anger is my world
This means that I had just not heard
Darkness and anger is my soul
Burning, I’m running down this hole
Nothing left to even bleed
Paper and plastic is my name
Trust me, we’ll screw and feed this vain
Buy love, smile until we die
Mannequins until the end of time
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