The trust has been dented.
And now I'm clinging, white knuckled,
To the barricade,
I built, to protect me.
I am not yet giving in to the maelstrom of emotion,
That will wash over me like a tsunami.
Toss me and leaving me gasping for air,
When I do go back;
To the relative safety of his embrace.
The hurt is great.
The return, slow and painful.
He, who was supposed to be my rock,
Crumbled into dust
Before my sadness.
I, in despair.
That he,
Who should,
Did not recognise me.
So I drove him away.
And now I am left,
Just holding on.
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