|Much more consuming than a summertime fling,
A public oath to love and protect,
To love and to honor.
Memories are made over time, both good and bad,
A lingering doubt from deep within
Comes to light and exposes my worst fears.
To give of your soul,
Only to be let down,
Broken trust – The worst form of betrayal.
A heart severed and smashed
Into a million pieces
It seems beyond repair.
A time of being alone,
A time to grow again,
A rainbow just ahead….
I will once again hold my head high,
My will to survive is stronger than
Any man’s thorns of betrayal. Jackie Rioux June 9, 2004
Why I wrote this poem: http://ladybugwellness.ca/my-internet-nightmare/