
Betrayal is an accessibility door
To the core of my vulnerability
The headquarters of all that I am
Where I deduce my truest realities
Where I’m secure in a certainness
My secrets, my fears, my weakness
My trust is nurtured and matured
A conscious place I may retreat to
From the world at large or at times
When my realm has become ugly
Or that ugliness is now my chaos
When trust is unexpectedly broken
When my love for another is marred
By a friend proven to be …a stranger
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Poet of the Light © 2022