Nancy Ann Creed

  Photo by Hebert Santos on Pexels.com The Shattered Image The depth of my disappointment is immense, I truly thought you were a person of integrity, Whose every action would align, with no pretense, With the strong character you seemed to be. "I thought you were better" is too mild to say; I saw in you a loyalty I sought to find, A moral standard now just dust and clay, A shattered image of a perfect mind. The thing you did, or failed to do, you see, Was not a simple letdown; "it crushed me" whole. It was a devastating blow to my reality, A chasm swallowing my trusting soul. I had invested trust and boundless hope, An extraordinary quantity of "faith in you," To find it misplaced, I now must grope, A personal failure, though the fault is true. Our bond, which I so dearly held and prized, Was based on a belief in shared pure light. "I thought we were actually friends," I realized, Now every memory feels contaminated, blight. Each moment...

  I thought you were my certain shield, The one true, steadfast, loyal friend. A naive conviction, now revealed, That you would stand until the end, No matter the storm, the challenge faced, Your full resolve, completely placed. I sought a fierce, unwavering vow, A pure defense, holding nothing back, A perfect pledge, as you know how, To guard my ground along the track. A hundred percent, my only plea, Undeniable fealty. But that fierce certainty is gone, A shattered faith, a painful lie. I wake to realize at dawn, I lack the worth that merits why— I'm not enough, I see it clear, To warrant that support so dear. The wound of 'sorry' is a slight, A shallow balm that cannot mend The hollow ache of broken light; It will not bring the hurt to end. For others hold a higher seat, They taste the loyalty I greet. And so, the starkest truth remains, A bitter draught I must consume: To face the isolating rains, To walk alone within the gloom. I must accept, in every plight, I st...