Promises
A Reflective Poem
You made me a promise I loved that abundantly And that made me trust That you will Keep the promise.
Being a woman of her word I thought you meant it too But words to you meant nothing Words to me meant everything.
Virtue, moral values, words. I carried it all with purity I knew about the world and its darkness Never thought it could touch the light in me I was wrong It was necessary for you To break your promises To feed me lies Because I believed. I wanted to; believe.
Now I know better I believe in me I believe now that despite the next lie of words I hear I believe that I'll thrive regardless Because your word may worth nothing But my word will always be of worth I will always be stronger I will always be honest With all the promises I give I will not shy away from the power and light within Your promises may be born from the intent of a lie My promises to myself, My trust in myself Will surpass your deceptive nature; Always.
Namasté Lots of Love!
