His Promise Of Safety Was The Trap

They were there all along,

snapping in the wind.

I wasn’t prepared.

Had never been aware.

No one was there

to tell me not to trust.

Jealousy and judgment

were sold as protection

with words that struck

like hissing snakes.

When he informed me

my friends were no good

and smothered them in silence.

I chose to be with him instead.

He was right, my fault

no apology required.

There was no one to show me

what they could clearly see.

When he told me what to wear.

I set aside my preferences.

Doubting my truth

was an act of disablement.

Silenced by protection,

ignoring my feelings,

I made a bargain

without asking the price.

The signs were always there,

underneath the rubbish

in the alleys of my mind.

I didn’t want to look.

I didn’t want to know.

It was safer not to know.

“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” Dr. Seuss

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