The betrayal was sudden
swift and jarring—
it ripped my guts
and tore my heart to shreds.

For a long while I thought the holes
will never heal—
the magic of life
turned into meaningless moments
and no event however joyful
lived up to the memories
of a life now dimly recalled.

And then one day I realized
it was up to me
to stop the pain
and I turned my mind
in other directions—
over time the sting softened
and I was able to breathe—
mind over matter
hour by hour
I started to feel alive
again.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 8, 2020 | OC California
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The Betrayal ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks—Kira Art and Poetry