Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

Auspicious Betrayal

Posted Thursday, April 12, 2012

They called her names
They ganged up on her
They broke their promises
They hung her out to dry
It was an auspicious betrayal

He packed his bags
He left no note
He ignored his responsibility
To the kids
To his wife
It was an auspicious betrayal

She cried as she began
She was breaking his heart
The baby wasn't his
She was leaving him
It was an auspicious betrayal

They didn't mean it for good
He knew how selfish he really was
She knew it wasn't deserved
It was done anyway
It was auspicious betrayal

After the betrayal
They didn't realize
She would discover
She was worthy

After the betrayal
He didn't realize
The kids would know
His wife would know
That they were strong

After the betrayal
She didn't realize
He would find freedom
He would find his authenticity
He would find his true life

It was an auspicious betrayal

by Ken Carlson

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