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Daughter's Betrayal

Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.


My heart is wounded

But my eyes finally see the lies

Stringing me along

Before pulling the wool

And not even taking time

To watch me finally fall

A bitter cruelness

My soul trampled in the mud

A discarded page of an old book

Frayed and crumpled

Forgotten truth or convinced to lie

Doesn’t really matter

When you surrender control

Forgetting yourself

Submitting to the doctrine of another

Betrayal leaves you feeling

Empty and angry

Confidence on shaky ground

Weak in the knees

And self-questioning

Especially after you’ve sacrificed

Struggled at times

But you never knew

Gave every ounce of energy

When I had none to spare

Gone to bed hungry

So that you could eat

More times than I can count

Smiled when things were crashing

So you’d feel safe and secure

Even when they weren’t

Never left you stranded

Nor without change in your pocket

Or a roof and warm bed

Made hay under the shining sun

Magic found in a thrift store

Created experiences

When none previously existed

Not brand new, but just for you

Taught you honesty

But it didn’t seem to take

At least when it comes to me

Goodbye my love

Infinity no longer our journey

We’re no longer squared

Separate ways and different days

Wishful thinking

While you planned and schemed

Implied things would be fine

But you were just buying time

Everyone knew

Except me and mine

What you planned the entire time

The plans we made

Weren’t plans at all

Just a tactical way to stall

And when time abandoned you

The truth came

Or a version of the truth

Words still hanging

Bombs dropped in rapid succession

While you smiled

Then ran away

Thanks and goodbye

Or just goodbye

Or nothing at all

As I decipher the lies

I should have seen it in your eyes

The influencer’s grip

Leading you willingly

Deception and departing

My how things can change

A single night and day

Things were great

Now gone away

Took the money and ran

Ingrate with a polished speech

Dash away deceiver

Quickly, before logic seeps in

But take a moment

To bite the hand a little more

Savor the sweetness

The last supper

And now the void grows

Emptiness and sorrow

You always hurt the ones you love

And the ones you hate

Such selfishness

When you’ve been given so much

And taken even more

A single finger salute

Then out the door

I expected more

So much more….

© 2019 Ralph Schwartz


Ralph Schwartz (author) from Idaho Falls, Idaho on January 29, 2019:

That's very admirable of you - too many people get caught up in the trap of allowing an incident in their early life to dictate the rest of their existence.

Ralph Schwartz (author) from Idaho Falls, Idaho on January 29, 2019:

Thanks for sharing a bit of your own personal story Gypsy - I'm sure this, like all things, will pass, but at the moment it's still a lingering issue...

Ralph Schwartz (author) from Idaho Falls, Idaho on January 29, 2019:

Thanks for the further thoughts MizB - we are all subjected to the truth eventually

Ralph Schwartz (author) from Idaho Falls, Idaho on January 29, 2019:

I'm both humbled and honored by such a great compliment Pop - thanks for everything

Ralph Schwartz (author) from Idaho Falls, Idaho on January 29, 2019:

Thanks Paula - I appreciate the support !

Suzie from Carson City on January 29, 2019:

Ralph....Your Poetry never fails to touch my heart and move my soul. Such raw emotion that can sear right through your readers, I felt every twinge of pain expressed. Sending hugs of friendship. Paula

breakfastpop on January 29, 2019:

Your incredible words tell a very old and sad story. They moved me more than my words can fully express.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on January 28, 2019:

It's not just fathers and daughters, it's mothers and sons. And sometimes things end badly and there's no going back and saying "I'm sorry." The truth can be brutal, but it's good poetry, Ralph.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 28, 2019:

An awesome write and very expressive. Unfortunately, it happens more than we would like. My mom and I had ups and downs and it did not help that I was a late in life baby for her but through it all when I look back I know I loved her, I miss her, and I remember the good times.

Dana Tate from LOS ANGELES on January 28, 2019:

I didn't have the best relationship with my mother growing up and she died when I was seventeen. I spent many years in pain because she left with a lot of things broken and unspoken between us.

Many young women have strained relationships with their mothers as they reach the age of still being a dependent, but still trying to exert their own independence.

I use my own pain of never resolving things with my own mother to counsel young women who are having strained relations with their own mothers. At the end of the day its going to happen but anger and bitterness should never fester or go unresolved, life is too short.

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