"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Monday, November 15, 2010

Friend day #15 november PAD chapbook challenge-"just when you thought it was safe”

You brought me in — your kindness
My friend
I trusted you, told you secrets
Buried inside for many years

Then I set my armour down,
Forgetting to keep it near
You struck me hard,
Sent me tumbling

I tried to get up ...
You slashed me with your sword
Slicing me into belittled pieces,
Leaving me to bleed to death

10 comments:

  1. Owch! Betrayal is the worst kind of pain.

    (Don't worry, I'll never ask you about your secrets)

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  2. Eric,
    It seems it happens more often than we like.
    But as we grow older, hopefully wiser.
    And don't fret I'll never tell. ;)
    Pamela

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  3. Oh, Pamela, I am glad I visited your poem. I haven't written mine yet (will attempt it soon), but it has given me an idea, which I had lacked! I've had similar things happen! Ouch.

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  4. Mary,
    I have been thinking lately how people have come to me in the past in the guise of friendship. Only to leave me disappointed. And it always hurts. I am glad I was an inspiration for you.
    Pamela

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  5. Visceral piece of writing...I know this pain for I once set down my armor in the presence of someone I thought was a friend...felt.

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  6. Thanks dasuntoucha. It stinks when people do this kind of thing to others.
    Pamela

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  7. Nothing quite like betrayal, is there? You did portray this very well..good!!

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  8. Lyn,
    No there is nothing quite like it.
    Thanks.
    Pamela

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  9. Definitely a dark poem, Pamela. Hope you get over it.

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  10. Diane,
    Thanks and I think I am well on my way.
    Pamela

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